Five Reasons I Don’t Jump to the Comments

Social Media and blogging accomplish much. For me, it provides opportunities for connection as a writer, as a Believer, as a Mother of an atypical kid on the Autism Spectrum, and as a Bama’ Alumnus. My interactions with people online have led to forming some mighty strong bonds of friendship – friendships that have only been encouraged to grow, as I’ve been able to meet some of these people in real life, over the years.

But…

I’ve learned that there is also dark side to the Internets.

It’s found in the comments and replies.

While there is a beautiful place for comments that encourage and support, and even question, it is one that needs to be entered with Light. With all The Light within.

Here are just five reasons why I choose not to jump to the comments, in some places.

1. If the article, post, or tweet is even remotely precocious, the comments are extreme. Extreme makes me break out in hives.

2. Comments on an inflammatory issue rarely include facts. And when they do, they are often absent of the grace that laces productive conversations. Grace, like oxygen, seems to be sucked right out of the environment. I like grace. I need oxygen.

3. As, quite possibly, El Presidente`of The Feelers Club, my emotions can run high all by themselves. And when my emotions start outrunning the facts, voila`! My already limited ability to be tactful or sensitive in certain situations is quashed. It’s not pretty. I’m not pretty.

4. Have you ever gotten into a commenting war with someone presenting the other side, and gotten to the end and said to yourself, “Why yes! That was the best 3 hours of my life!” Me either.

5. Every time I encounter a commenting hater, “Shake It Off“, by Taylor Swift, is stuck in my head for far too long. Touche` haters. Touche`.

This doesn’t mean that there is no place for comments. Or for debate. Lord knows that I love a good healthy debate! And, here, in this space, I’ve only encountered encouraging, helpful, and graceful comments. (And made more than a few life-long friends, in the deal!)

It does mean, however, that I will often read a piece written by one of the Internets and either jump down to my reply space to encourage or question the writer, or walk away considering it further. Because, the older I get, the more wisdom I find in these truths:

They have an unhealthy interest in controversies and quarrels about words that result in envy, strife, malicious talk, evil suspicions” 1 Timothy 6:4 (NIV)

“But avoid foolish controversies, genealogies, dissensions, and quarrels about the law, for they are unprofitable and worthless.” Titus 3:9 (ESV)

“Again I say, don’t get involved in foolish, ignorant arguments that only start fights.” 2 Timothy 2:23 (NLT)

Those are some good Words, right there.

I’m sure you could add a reason, or four, that I’ve never even considered. And that is one of the many beautiful benefits of the commenting areas.

But, maybe that’s a post for another day.

Yes indeedy.

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Six for Grace

Choose your favorite quote about grace from the ones I’ve listed below. Tell me how it speaks into your situation. Extra credit for eloquence.

Just kidding!

We’re not in school, y’all.

This isn’t a course on “The Magnitude of Grace in Daily Living”. (Although, I’d totally take that course!)

But, you’re here.

With me.

And I can’t help but wonder if it’s because you need to have grace poured out, and in, just as much as I do.

To kick off this week, I’ve chosen to share my six favorite verses and quotes about grace with you. I’m hoping that one of them will be a balm to that raw you are tenderly shielding.

Here we go…

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I live and die by this verse. Life carries on, day-to-day, knowing that I can approach That Throne. That I can find Mercy & Grace there. (They hang out with commitment, I’ve learned.) The multitude of daily deaths, played out in each mishap and screw-up, descend into hell with each fresh shower of Mercy & Grace.

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For every choice that led me down the path of destruction, I met Grace. When I started purposefully looking for Him, my wasted years that the locust had eaten? Restored. Life is messy. Grace is the beautiful blood-stained rag that cleans that mess right up.

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I am in awe of the fact that He chooses not to remember. And Lord, You know that I give you plenty of those “opportunities”, because…

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This is The Message version; and, really, this, in 1 Timothy 1? I can’t separate a verse out of the entire passage to like more. Because, Hi, I’m Missy, and I’m a sinner. Chief among them on more than one occasion.

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Grace longs to leave no man or woman behind. Ever.

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I’ve been told, more times than I can count, not to take Bible verses out of context. And, truthfully, I hesitate to take any idea, message, or command, that is built around one small verse, without any heed to the context that the other words around it provides. But, because life is not black and white, and neither am I, (this may explain why my favorite color is gray), I make an exception here.

Because, He does.

Every. Single. Time.

And, always.

Indeed.

Would you be kind enough to take a quick moment to share one of your favorites with me in the comments?

I’ll be recording them in my journal.

As ammunition against the opposition to Grace.

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This post is day 6 in the Write 31 Days challenge.