Talk to the Hand!

There is an expression I’m sure you’ve heard, I searched to find its origin and found it in Wikipedia: ”Talk to the hand” (or “tell it to the hand”) is an English Language slang phrase associated with the 1990s. It originated as a contemptuous way of saying one doesn’t want to hear what the person who is speaking is saying. It is often elongated to a phrase such as “Talk to the hand, because the ears ain’t listening”. A variant is “talk to the hand because the face don’t understand!”  The article goes on to say, “The phrase is often considered to be sarcastic or obnoxious.” That saying took on a very personal meaning to me recently and I did find the user way too pushy and obnoxious for me!

I don’t like confrontation and will stay away from it that is until I feel pushed in a corner and then you might see a little fire in my eyes. I was in the office of a professional, he addressed the issue for which I had gone very briefly and then said, “I know all about that, now let’s talk about something more important” at which time he set in to discuss the faults with Christianity as opposed to the wonderful Muslim faith.  I kept a smile on my face as I reminded him of all the blood shed that was going on the very name of that religion, all the Christians who are being slaughtered right now because of their faith. I told him of how my father’s ancestors were slain because they wouldn’t give up the faith that Jesus is the Son of God and claim their own prophet. It was when I said the name of Jesus the hand first went up, long, tapered fingers shaking a stop signal. He persisted in trying to indoctrinate me and refused to listen to what I was saying. I could see in his eyes that he is a confused soul, then I spoke, “Wait a minute, let me speak” hand lowered momentarily, I continued talking before he had a chance to stop me again, “If Jesus appeared to you personally, would you accept Him?” Without hesitation he said, “No, I would not!” At this point I wondered why I was still sitting there; was he hoping to push my buttons until I got angry and proved my Christianity had failed? I told him that it was obvious he did not want to hear me by holding up his hand every time Jesus was mentioned and he said it was purely coincidence, I found that was almost too laughable to hear. Whatever happens to him now he had the chance to meet Jesus as I presented Him and he chose to reject any idea of Him.

Was that wasted time? I think not, because any time you have the opportunity to witness you must use it with the love that Jesus would show to a sinner. What made it so easy to speak up about God the Father, God the Son, and God the Holy Ghost? It is because I know them personally. I would love to have told him about a good friend of mine, who was a devout Muslim who somehow reached God’s heart and Jesus appeared to her in a vision and her life forever changed, she is a most devout worshipper of Jesus as the Son of God and can witness to anyone because she knows Him personally, as do I.

As I stood to leave finally freeing myself from his frenzied attempts to convince me, he said, “How often have you been coming?” “Every three months,” I answered, he thought a moment and said “Please come back in one month, no longer than one month,” with that he walked into another exam room and I wondered if he wanted me to come back sooner because he wanted to try again or if somehow his heart was touched and he might want to hear more? However, I will never go back!

If you want to talk against my Jesus I will hold my hand up and say to you “Talk to the hand, my face isn’t listening!”

About harolene

Thank you for stopping by for a visit! If you read my thoughts you will see that I am sometimes serious, at other times sappy or funny, occasionally I am sad and sentimental, but I am always sincere! I am a single mother who raised two children, born ten years apart and different sexes so first it was bows and dolls, pretty dresses and boys! When my son was born it was rough and tumble games, baseball, soccer, wrestling and girls! I am known for my "smile" and for my default answer to any situation, "no problem", which was something I didn't realize I did until it was pointed out to me! I am a moon watcher and a star gazer. I am astounded and feel so small knowing that every creature that has ever walked the face of this earth has gazed upon that same beautiful orb that my eyes can behold on any night when the earth is not wearing her cloak of clouds. My parents have made me the person that I am. Their love, veracity in all areas of life, humor and passion for their work and each other have given me hope that my life can actually be a happy one! Chances are if you are reading this you already know all this but again, I appreciate your stopping by! While you're here hit the "Like" button for me and thanks for checking in!
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