An air of superiority-there is nothing that gets under my skin any quicker than someone that carries an air of “I’m better than you.” No one has the right to put you down over any thing. I heard a lady this week on TV talking about why she had weight loss surgery. She said she was tired of being made fun of, or just feeling invisible. She was willing to go through a major life style changing procedure, just to shut them up and, to me even worse, to gain their approval.
When I was in elementary school there was a two-year period of my life that I was totally miserable when I was out of the safety of my own home or at church. At school, there was a girl who was a bully and the ringleader of all the wannabe girls who were either just like her, or afraid to come against her in order to protect me for fear of being bullied themselves. They made fun of me on a daily basis and chased me around the play yard calling out insults because my skin was darker than theirs and my hair was very black.
My dad was a first generation American by birth and Armenian by blood, which washed out any influence my English-German mother’s genes could have on my looks. This miserable act of meanness gave me an empathy for anyone that is being bullied, put down, talked about, the under-dog and I promised God, as a young girl, that if God would help me I would always defend anyone I saw in that situation. No one deserves to be slighted no matter what their ethnicity, age, gender, religion or weight is! When Jesus died for ONE, He died for all and we are all equal in His sight. When my dad’s people left Armenia it was BECAUSE they were Christians, being persecuted for their belief in Christ as the Son of God, by the Muslims. Some were skinned alive because they said that Christ was not put on like a coat but was a part of their skin and blood. They were strung up by their thumbs with a fire built under their feet, just big enough to begin roasting their toes and feet but not killing them right away so they would have long hours of torture. Another favorite punishment was to cut unborn babies from their mother’s womb in front of the horrified father’s eyes and then toss the baby from sword to sword asking how they could serve a Christ Who would let this happen.
Hebrews 11:37-40 Women received their loved ones back from the dead. There were those who, under torture, refused to give in and go free, preferring something better: resurrection. Others braved abuse and whips, and, yes, chains and dungeons. We have stories of those who were stoned, sawed in two, murdered in cold blood; stories of vagrants wandering the earth in animal skins, homeless, friendless, powerless—the world didn’t deserve them!—making their way as best they could on the cruel edges of the world. Not one of these people, even though their lives of faith were exemplary, got their hands on what was promised. God had a better plan for us: that their faith and our faith would come together to make one completed whole,, their lives of faith not complete apart from ours.
Jesus was mocked and hung on a cross, why? Because He loved us all! You are equal to anyone, and special to God.
Treat everyone the way you want to be treated!
In the words of Jesus: Luke 6:31 Here is a simple rule of thumb for behavior: Ask yourself what you want people to do for you; then grab the initiative and do it for them!