Posted by: Lori Wilhite
A couple of years ago, I was sitting all by my lonesome, as usual, in my front row spot. About half way through the service a lady joined me on my deserted row. I was glad for the company since it can be isolating up there.
My husband preached about something that I can’t remember now. But I’m sure it was brilliant, and that I laughed at all of his jokes and stories.
After service, the lady walked over to me and said: Do you go to this church all the time?
Smiling sheepishly, I answered: Why, yes. Yes I do.
She shot back: Then maybe you can tell me why they don’t pray at this church.
Whoa, Nelly! Huh?! Where in the world did that come from?
Cue smile, and sweetest voice: Well, he just prayed at the close of service just now.
She huffed at me: Well, if you call that little quip a prayer!
Cue deep breath, forced smile, and attempt at a sweeter voice, as I pointed out the different times of prayer during the service including the ones that she had missed since she was late. And I reminded her about the team of people that is ready, willing, and able to pray with individuals after service.
We volleyed back and forth for several minutes until I had had enough. I put my hand up in that talk-to-the-hand sort of fashion, and said (with a dash of attitude, minus the sweet voice): You know what, that is my husband. I’m not sure what you want me to say right now. I’m obviously not able to say what you want to hear.
I heard a sharp intake of breath. And her eyes got really big. Then she took off.
I stood there for a moment to get myself calmed down before I went to visit with some people. I was in the middle of talking to someone a few minutes later when she showed up with tears in her eyes and said sternly: Sorry, but you don’t have to be so defensive.
Defensive. Really?! I stood there for 5 minutes, nodding, smiling, talking sweetly while I listened to you rant about our church and my husband. Yeah. I finally got a little defensive … but you have no idea how much I was holding back, lady!
Part of me wished I could get my little dash of attitude back. But part of me was just glad to get that whole situation stopped. It was getting nowhere fast.
There is a line there somewhere between staying sweet and gentle … and getting negative, divisive talk about your church, your pastor, your staff (you name it) stopped. We need to stick up for each other and not just lend an unending ear to negative chatter about our leaders, friends, etc.
Since I always feel like it is better to have words already chosen and stuck in my back pocket ready to be pulled out when needed, I thought today we’d share our own personal ways in dealing with these kinds of situations. When you are stuck in a conversation like this that is getting a whole lot of nowhere, what do you say to close it down? And what can you say to stop negative talk, especially about other people/leaders, when you hear it?