Being “vulnerable.” It’s the new badge of honor. Waving our woes for everyone to see. It seems the worse it is the better it is. The more depressed we are, the more problems we have, the more u.g.l.y. our life, the better. Somehow maybe, it seems to make us more pious, more holy. We wave it like a badge of honor.
We’re given kudos for being “brave.” Don’t get me wrong. I’m good with brave. There are many ways to be brave. But when it becomes “normal” it isn’t extraordinary any more.
- Possessing or displaying courage; valiant.
Yes, that’s it, brave is no longer something worthy of valor, it’s no long something heroic like putting on a uniform that puts the life inside the skin in harms way during every shift. Or the other uniform that protects our country. Or standing up for what is right. Saying enough already when the outcry of sin overwhelms the world with the real U.G. L. Y.
Brave is waving your woes, being “vulnerable.”
In other words, brave is airing your dirty laundry.
Really? Has it come to this. The “new” brave includes putting problems out there for everyone to see. Not in a way that gives hope or encouragement, but in a way that evokes pity.
But that’s not what Christ would do.
Sometimes we just need to pull a Bob Newhart.
In other words, we need to take our thoughts captive. And guess what? It’s Biblical.
We stop it! We say enough already. And we make a you turn! And that you turn takes us outside of ourselves. Where we can find true healing.
We look to the Perfect Love. And the more we look to the Perfect Love, the more we find that self doesn’t matter. We learn to serve. Not because we have to; not out of duty or obligation. But because we can’t not serve. Because there is no other way to live. We MUST serve. Not out of duty or obligation, but out of LOVE.
And the pity party is over. And in a way, the brave has begun. The real brave of getting outside ourselves to find our self.
Please understand, I’m not saying that depression is not real. I’m not saying that there is never a time for medication. I’m not saying life will always be peachy. I’m not even saying that there is NEVER a time to air the dirty laundry.
Sometimes we do need to wave our woes. But not in a self-seeking way. Not in a way to garner pity. More in a way to encourage others that there is Love on the other side, that there is Perfect Love. The self-sacrificing love instead of the self focusing love that brings chaos and confusion.
Perfect love casts out fear.
Christ is Perfect Love.