I’ve been “Boomeranged”!

boo·mer·ang  (bo͞o′mə-răng′)n.

  1. A flat, curved, usually wooden missile configured so that when hurled it returns to the thrower.
  2. A statement or course of action that backfires.

intr.v. boo·mer·anged, boo·mer·ang·ing, boo·mer·angs

To have the opposite effect from the one intended; backfire.

Now that you have read the definition of a boomerang, you probably wonder what was my point, right?

Matthew 7:1-5 “Don’t pick on people, jump on their failures, and criticize their faults— unless, of course, you want the same treatment. That critical spirit has a way of boomeranging. It’s easy to see a smudge on your neighbor’s face and be oblivious to the ugly sneer on your own. Do you have the nerve to say, ‘Let me wash your face for you,’ when your own face is distorted by contempt? It’s this whole traveling road-show mentality all over again, playing a holier-than-thou part instead of just living your part. Wipe that ugly sneer off your own face, and you might be fit to offer a washcloth to your neighbor.

Matthew 7:12  “Here is a simple, rule-of-thumb guide for behavior: Ask yourself what you want people to do for you, then grab the initiative and do it for them. Add up God’s Law and Prophets and this is what you get.

I hope you read those scriptures very carefully because encapsulated within them you will find that, Jesus speaking here, life is literally a boomerang, what you throw out comes back to you again. My dad used to paraphrase the scripture Ecclesiastes 1:11 Cast your bread upon the waters, for you will find it after many days, saying, “Cast your bread upon the waters for after many days it will return unto you pound cake!” He lived by that rule and I could honestly tell you that the acts of charity he did toward everyone, and I am not just talking about feeding the poor I am talking about the mercy he showed to people who treated him badly or slighted him by forgiving them completely and praying for their wellbeing. I asked him about it more than once and he would answer by telling me that God loved those people as much as He loved him or me. That was very hard for me to swallow as a young person but as I matured I knew he was telling the truth.

I’m still not to my point.

I was holding something in my heart, a bitterness about something that had been done to me, I never understood it, and I don’t believe I wanted to understand it; I would rather feel slighted so I could lick my wounds and use it as an excuse to be unhappy about the way my life turned out. I am not proud of that I am just being totally honest here. This week I got hit square in the heart by the boomerang of life as I sat and listened to someone say the very things to me about the way I had reacted in a similar situation that I had taken such offense about. My first reaction was that my feelings were hurt and I wanted to cry but was too proud to show it. It wasn’t until I was alone in my trusty old red van later driving down the road that the boomerang effect happened, I remembered what had happened to me and realized that it didn’t look any different on me than it had on someone else many years before. I had had all the right intentions and really thought I was acting in the best interest of all concerned, that wasn’t the way it was perceived.

I will say to you the same thing I said to the person sharing their heart with me, “Take note of what you are saying to me because if you don’t it won’t be long before someone is telling you about the hurt you have brought into their life and it won’t look any different on you than it does on me than it did on someone before me.

Jesus gave us the best advice, better than anything I could say here by telling us to “do unto others as we would have them to do unto us”.

Beware of the boomerang that could find you in your own life and duck or pray for a strong opposing wind to blow it the other way! So now I will go back and read the article I posted yesterday, I will say, “I’m sorry” to someone I love and follow it with the two words I so quickly shared with you, “Forgive me”.

 

 

6 Replies to “I’ve been “Boomeranged”!”

  1. I have known very few people who help me want to be humble. And even though I really don’t know you, I must list you among them.

    Absolutely beautiful.

    Thank you.

    X

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      1. Dr. Gailyn Van Rheenen was a missions instructor of mine. I did not know him socially, nor did I spend much time in the missions dept back in school days. But this man was probably the most humble man I ever met.

        I knew he was humble by his demeanor all through our class sessions, but I gained a new depth of respect for him when he made me mad. I confronted him with it. And sure, he could have been more sensitive to me, but I recognized right away as I confronted him that I was bringing a $10 reaction to a 10 cent problem – and it was the overwhelming, self-deprecating and self-sacrificial way he humbly apologized and asked my pardon.

        I had not seen it coming. His grace hit me like as if his left cheek smacked the back of my hand. And I realized, I was in the wrong – really. He had touched a pride nerve in me with is efforts to teach me something important. But I complained, and he treated my complaint as more important than his own dignity, and I felt movement in tectonic plates beneath us both.

        My experience with him left me feeling that I had encountered a holiness I was unfamiliar with and even scared of.

        You remind me that he is out there, and I was an affront to his gentle humility.

        I am afraid I still am that.

        But in the what its worth dept… I have practiced humility – and still do. It is grueling. But I know with Dr. Van Rheenen in this world I am not the only one. And with you on the blog-O-sphere, I know I am not alone here either – and I look to you as a role model.

        Thanks.

        X

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      2. My dad was my role model and I can’t even type that without tears. His goal was to be like Jesus and he attained that goal. I guess he was my Dr. Van Rheenen. I was called to write in a vision of my grandmother, my dads mother, in which she came to my and told me to write to the people in words they could understand and to be honest about who I am. You have made me desire to be a better person. Thank you for your kind words ❤️

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