The internet tried really hard to get two people fired this week.
The first was ESPN reporter Britt McHenry after she was video taped verbally ripping the hide off a tow company worker after her vehicle was picked up.
(Warning: profanity alert)
The second person the always offended tried to remove from the earth was Cincinnati Reds manager Bryan Price, for dropping over 70 F bombs in a few minute tirade with the local press.
Bryan’s masterful use of the profane precludes me from showing his tape…
A few things bother me about all this .
First off, I can’t really say much because given the right (or wrong) stimuli and a camera in the right (or wrong) place, I could have easily been caught being meaner than Britt and fouler than Bryan.
I am a sinner saved by grace, in frequent need of grace.
Constant need of grace.
I guess the public outcry over these two matters centers around who they represent.
They work for entertainment entities, one a sports network, one a baseball team.
How much more should it matter when those in the church, ambassadors of Christ, prove to be cruel, temperamental and abusive?
Yet when we publish facts about men who abuse their wives, fall into moral failure, and befoul the name of Christ, the outrage is over in a few hours.
The second thing that bothers me is that as a culture we seem to no longer be able to have a measured response to anything.
It’s all scorched earth…fire the person, eliminate the person, heap as much contempt on the person as possible.
Are we really that shocked when a celebrity acts like a celebrity and we find that men still cuss?
The third thing…and the thing that will eventually devour us, is the refusal to offer grace.
Once a sin has been revealed and confessed, our default stance should be one of grace.
In God’s economy, discipline is rehabilitative, not retributive, and the aim is always restoration.
You would never know this from reading social media…
I can’t help but think we’ll have to give an answer for why that is.
The opening of my new book…
“I dwell on the outskirts of Laodecia, a more or less voluntary exile from the manner and customs of the place.
There was a time that I dwelled among it’s citizenry but a violation of customs led to it being an uncomfortable home.
The lords and leaders of the city let it be known that they would prefer I took my leave and, in the end, I preferred it as well.
Now I write for fellow exiles and to those leaders about their customs and ways and I would not be welcomed back unless I recanted what I know to be true.
I will not recant.
I will not return.
They value only two things in the city I left, success as measured in numbers and wealth, as measured in cash.
I am of no value there.
The site which I write on is well known and popular, but advertisers will not violate the customs of the city and support the work of a man in exile.
My writings contradict the advertising that Laodecia pays for.
The city advertises itself as the home of truth, of holiness, of high ethical and moral standards taken from it’s sacred Scriptures.
Life inside is quite different.
The citizenry are held to those ethics and standards, but if the leaders can show sufficient success and wealth, they are exempt from them.
Most of the people ignore this matter, as they have no desire to become exiles themselves.
Until, that is, some perceived violation of custom drives them out to dwell with me.
Our city is growing, though as an unplanned development.”