Guilt

This past week I was part of a group that made a decision. I really didn't support the decision our leadership team made, but everyone else thought it was good, so I didn't wave my arms and stomp my feet and say "no way", I went along.

This decision wounded someone deeply.

So deeply she no longer wants to have anything to do with us or our group.

It was a bad decision.

So bad that instead of sleeping at 3:15 in the morning, I am blogging because it is either that or lay in bed crying.

For those of you that know me, I don't really like hurting people or making them upset.

I still do, lots and lots (dumb, stupid temper of mine) but it grieves me deeply when I do.

What also grieves me is that others still think this was a good decision.

I understand that we cannot please everyone all the time, but I believe that when you follow Christ, you should be especially sensitive towards those that don't.

So, even though you may not agree with what they are doing you don't wear t-shirts proclaiming that what they do is sin, you don't protest outside of their place of work, you don't call them names, you just love them and pray for them.

And, no we didn't do any of the above, but we might as well have for all the damage we did.

So, tonight is not funny, (although stay tuned for further adventures of Spud, Sprout and Way Cooler tomorrow) just me thinking out loud (well not really out loud since you can't hear me, but hey it's 3:00 in the morning, I'm not the sharpest tool in the tool shed right now).

I have already spoken to the party in question, apologized for my role in this and she seemed OK with that, but tonight someone is unnecessarily hurting.

She didn't see Christ in our actions, only condemnation.

That's just not cool.

So, where do I go from here? There's very little else I can do.

I have resolved however to be bolder (not something I love) to be firmer and to be a protector of those who do not fit into our neat little boxes.

Cause neither do I most of the time.