This morning I left midweek meeting for worship a little bit later than I expected, and realized I’d be half an hour late for work. I stepped on the gas, eh, a little speeding won’t hurt much. I paused and reconsider my “slow down for peace, save oil save lives” sticker. Why did I put that on anyway, it’s sometimes so hard to slow down…
Well, what harm would it do me to not speed to work? In fact, it could do significant harm to speed to work. Haste is violence. (attributed to Gandhi) Driving too fast makes me agitated, makes me rush. I enter work out of breath and feeling guilty. Guilt is a pretty self-centered way of being, really. Focused on my own self, actions and mistakes, and over-focused on my impact on the world. Less aware, then, on the people and situations that I encounter. How many times have I rushed in somewhere, apologetic and focused on my tardiness that I have failed to notice the sorrow, pain, joy, or other significant state that my friend is in?
Guilt is not a good motivator.
Not that I should take my mistakes lightly. I should take seriously my commitment to live life in accordance with God’s will, making appropriate choices throughout my day. Of course I will fail, intentionally or unintentionally. But when I recognize my failure, better not dwell in guilt, and distract from the other things God has in mind for me today! Better to quickly and fully acknowledge my failure. Apologize to God and to all affected by my shortcoming, including myself! Make whatever amends or other clean-up is necessary, and seek forgiveness. Then I can put it behind me, and continue seeking to follow God more closely.
Failing to make quick work of failure I think is what made things with The Wounded Friendship so difficult. I was doing a lot of living in guilt, and not apologizing, facing and fixing the problems, and especially not moving on. Guilt festers, paralyzes, and gets in the way of the Light.
Wednesday, Dec 21