courage

I will be the first to admit to being terribly opinionated. I have been accused of seeing life only in black and white. And I am aware that strong opinions in my direction about one of my vices do not go down easy.

But the antithesis of never being corrected or challenged is a world where I make my own rules and answer to no one but my skewed logic.

I want to choke every time I hear the name of the famous assistant coach who spent forty years abusing children. I tend to think prison is much too kind of a place for such an individual.

But even more disturbing is the head coach (and the countless others) who were aware of this depraved behavior and did nothing. I find it challenging to believe that this assistant coach's wife claims she had no idea this was going on.

But if I choose to live according to what I can rationalize, what makes me happy or feels good, I have to concede that I am capable of any filthy, vile and disgusting vice that would strike my fancy.

Consequently, my courage to stand up against others filthy, vile and disgusting vices loses its muscle. After all, if I have the right to make my own rules then who am I to challenge their set of convictions (or lack thereof).

But if I know that I stand before a holy and perfect God who made all the rules already, who doesn't make exceptions and changes based on popular opinion, everything is different. If I view my choices through the lens of truth established before humans existed, then I can be more more bold to "impress my opinions on others" because those ideas didn't come from me.

Oh that I would have the courage to risk my job and what people think of me to save one or many from untold sorrow, heartache or danger.