slow to speak
Jesus knew what he was talking about. He told us to be quick to hear and slow to speak. I think people sometimes get that backwards. Words escape with little thought.
And words are like spent arrows. You can’t retrieve them, even if you want to.
If we were quick to hear maybe we would be more patient wanting to know if there was another side.
There used to be a saying that you shouldn’t judge your brother till you have walked a mile in his moccasins. That really is good advice.
Instead, people look over at someones moccasins and decide how they must feel, what they probably think or even where they should buy the materials for their next pair of moccasins.
You know, we really don’t know what goes on in the lives of others. We may think we do, but we really don’t know.
I wish I could tell you that I have never judged someone else, but I’d be lying. I have. And I am sorry that I did. I used to think I had a lot of things figured out. But, the older I get the more I realize how little I know.
There is one thing that usually helps me be less judgmental. I ask myself this simple question,
“What if I’m wrong?”
Then, instead of an overconfidence that reeks of arrogance I start to see there may be another side.
Quick to hear and slow to speak.
I can’t do anything about the words that have already escaped my lips, except maybe learn from them. I can’t tell you the number of times I have had to remove my foot from my mouth.
Making mistakes slows me down, and makes me more willing to hear.
The great news is, life will give us plenty of opportunities to practice. Plenty.
About Anne Peterson
I write words you can feel, sometimes they rhyme. If I'm not writing, I'm telling stories from my head, to little ones who call me grandma.