Life is busy isn’t it? I’m tempted right at the beginning to
make a list of everything we do, but I am going to refrain.
Because I would like to paint a word picture for you.
What do you notice as you walk through your daily routine?
Our minds have the ability to process. Our eyes to see
things. Even from our busy viewpoint,
we choose what we notice. Then we make
assumptions.
Word pictures help us see life. I tend to notice things.
Everything. Nuances. The obvious. Innuendo (implications, overtones). And then I process them and come up
with a conclusion based on what I see. Here are a couple of examples.
I tend to notice body language. I see a restaurant patron,
crumpled shoulders, no eye contact, eating slowly, alone. And begin to paint a
word picture. Here are two: first one is, gosh, something terrible must have
happened, maybe he lost his wife to cancer this week, or maybe no one loves
him, or I wonder where he’s going from here, what kind of life he has. It must
be really sad. Another is maybe he’s really a rich guy with a ton of money, and
he wants to stay incognito because if people knew, he’d be paying through the
nose for his breakfast.
I watch him, get up slowly, pay the cashier who greets him
with familiarity and then as he walks outside and climbs into a rusty old truck
with a wheelbarrow in back and slowly drives away.
Do you ever stop to wonder about people as you go about your
daily routine?
I’m sure you noticed a young mother who is quietly “screaming”
at her misbehaving child so people won’t dislike her? Her lips are tight, she
is so distraught that she is about to burst, and the child she’s correcting
jerks his arm from her tight hold, as she jerks it back making her even madder?
Instantly, at this last word picture, I’m mad. Mad at her
for not being in control. Mad at her for being the adult and not acting like
one.
Are you getting the picture?
Okay, here are a couple more scenarios. The guy in the
creamy white Lexus is driving
above the speed limit and jerks into your lane for no apparent reason, causing
you a near heart attack trying to avoid an accident. Yes, I know, you were probably
driving a little too slow in the center lane but he was a jerk because he just
drove on without a worry, and he came close to wrecking your vehicle. Mad? Oh
yeah.
In those few seconds you noticed he had on a suit and figure
he is some rich guy who owns four cars and a four-car garage to park them in.
Probably born into a wealthy family and thinks everybody should get out of the
way when he gets on the road.
Ever think that way? I do.
How about this. You see a beautiful woman in an upscale
store you can’t afford to shop in and she is making noise at the cashier. She
is dressed exquisitely , probably walked straight out of the beauty shop, her
blond hair swept up in a perfect classic do, her electric blue dress and four
inch heels that match perfectly, and she is actually, and you really hate to
admit this, but she’s beautiful.
What do you know about these people?
Nothing.
So, why do we feel we know everything about a person just by looking at
them? I ask myself that question
all the time.
Here is the rest of the story.
Remember the guy eating breakfast and driving the old truck
with the wheelbarrow? His son is a congressman. He has two daughters who adore
him. Why? Because he’s a nice, quiet guy who works hard and loves his children.
His wife adores him too, but knows he enjoys eating alone at the restaurant and
she lets him.
Remember the woman who’s grabbing her child in anger? She just learned that her husband is
having an affair and the reason she married him was because he said marriage
was forever and he would be faithful.
Her husband turned out just like her father who ruined her
family’s life because of his affairs. The thing is, she made sure to marry the
man who said he’d be faithful to her. Now he’s leaving her too. Promises broken.
Her son was jerking his arm from her, feeling the same hurt as she did when her
father left.
Now for the man who cut you off this morning on the way to
work in his beautiful creamy white Lexus, acting like he owned the road?
He is a jerk. His father raised him to be one. Taught him
that if you weren’t first in life you were nothing. Oh yeah, he’s got the
Lexus, the nice suit, the business that is successful, but his wife hates him,
his kids have nothing to say to him, but by golly he’s got the nice house and
perfectly trimmed yard.
It’s what his father calls success.
Funny, but he doesn’t feel it. He was thinking about life as
he was driving down the road, wondering why he wasn’t happy. Why he didn’t have
any friends. He knew how to function as a boss, but had no idea how to be a
friend. He actually envied guys at work who went home to wives and kids who
loved them. But he didn’t know how to love his family. No one showed him.
And for the beautiful woman. Now which of us ladies think
she couldn’t possibly have any problems with those looks, those clothes, those
shoes that matched that electric blue dress, for heaven’s sake?
Remember the guy in the Lexus? She’s his wife. When she
married him, he was a young man striving to grow a business. She loved him for
that. He worked hard and even though they started with a small house, she was
happier back then.
Now she rarely sees her husband and when she does he wants
her to look the part of “the boss’s wife.” Which means she has to be made up
all the time. She was returning a dress her husband said made her look dumpy.
He wants to impress a potential client he is wooing at
dinner tonight at the best restaurant in town and no matter what she shows him she is wearing he
dismisses as not good enough. To the world she is gorgeous, to him she is never
enough. No wonder she was stressed at the cashier that day.
All she ever wanted was a close family. Mostly because her
dad was the owner of a huge manufacturing business and she hardly ever saw him
as a child. She thought she’d married a better man, but alas, to her ever-growing
realization, she married someone like her father and her children felt the same
way about their father as she had about hers.
Making quick judgments is easy. Truly understanding a person
means getting to know them before you paint a word picture that isn’t true.
It may take a little time, but we can change how we see
people, even if just a little at a time.
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Here’s one more word picture. Several years ago I met a man
as I waited in a train station.
He came in rather disheveled and yelling at the clerk behind
the window, upset because he had missed his ride. When he turned around
something inside me said to speak to him. I did and he sat down on the bench
We exchanged first names and he began to tell me about his
life. He talked about his hurts and failures, things that made him happy. He needed someone to listen. For over
an hour we talked, then as the conversation came to an end, I offered him an
unopened bottle of iced tea I had in my bag, figuring he would be headed back
to the streets.
That evening I rode the train home praying for the man I’d
met and told my son about the encounter later that night, including the name of
the band the guy played in.
My son gasped and said, “No way.”
I had never heard of the group so didn’t know the man’s face or name.
When I look back I believe God did not want me know his name or who he was. I might, because of his status in the world, looked at him differently.
Instead
I just saw the man.
Word pictures. They can mean so many things. When you walk
through life, notice things. Notice people. But don’t judge them. You don’t
know where they’ve been or how many times they’ve been hit by invisible sticks
and stones. How many verbal or physical beatings they’ve taken. How many
rejections.
Look deeper instead. God will show you something in people
if you just look a little deeper. You’ll find truth if you are willing to
listen instead of forming a word picture in your mind.
~ Patricia Strefling