I will stop and take pause when I hear one of these statements. And they can come from strangers, friends, co-workers, the checkout lady at your favorite store, or even family members (near or far). We all make judgements about people. We base them on many different things. We base them on a one time event that won't leave our mind or offended us. Or we will base these beliefs on something someone once said about that person. HA Maybe even on the way their dressed one time or all the time. Maybe on how often they mow their lawn, or shave their legs. Seriously, we make a decision on a persons whole being on the strangest things. True, it is a small portion of who they are sometimes. I mean if someone is mowing their lawn 2 times a week they are a conscientious person or maybe you see it as overboard.
Why do I become shocked by others reactions to me? Well, when it is what I believe to be erroneous, it can be hurtful and frustrating. I mean, come on, I'm putting my best foot forward here. How could you see anything but, that? Am I right!? That brings me to an interesting point, masks, persona's, what we show to the rest of the world. What we show is not the whole truth. We show what we want others to see. Like a Chameleon. We show the colors we want to show to those we are with. To my girlfriends, I might show a fun loving, silly person that loves to hang out. To my church and those around me, I might show my best face. Proper, polite, etc. To my homeschool group I might show confidence and strength, resolution and leadership qualities. To my co-op group I might show how busy and frazzled I am so they don't ask me for too much. To family; well, that is a whole other ball of wax. To my kids I show ability, strength, security, servant hood, etc. And extended family all get something different based on who they are and who they talk to or how often we see them.
In school, I was very shy. By the time I got to high school, I was extremely self conscious and uncomfortable in my own skin (because you know at 110 pounds I was pretty heavy. sarcasm). So, I dressed nice; skirts and nice shoes, even heels. I stood as straight as I could remember to stand (because my mom had told me a million and one times that I slouched) and looked straight ahead (years of practicing walking with books on my head for said slouching). And yet, still very quiet for the most part. At least that is what most of the boys saw and those I didn't know, upper class man, etc. I heard through the rumor mill that boys called me the Ice Queen. Beautiful and cold. That was what THEY said. Not me. Wow. That was hard to take. But, my quietness wasn't a snub but, a defense mechanism. High school boys don't get that. Now I was different with my girlfriends. Loud, and laughing a lot. Making jokes and eating real food. OK truth, I was even known to allow a belch or two to escape my lips. (I was really good at it. Embarrassing to say that now but, it is true. My teenage boys can be quite impressed at times. Yes, a true talent! SSSHHHH!) Ice Queen to Belch Queen. Come on. Which one was I? What was anyone to think if I never showed my whole self?
I recently had someone tell me that they knew someone that thought I was a saint. I was so good, never did anything wrong. HUH? Really? O.K. I don't drink, I don't smoke, ( Goody, goody two shoes. ) I don't sleep around, I dress modestly, but, saint I am far from. And I don't think myself as one either. What makes someone a saint in one persons eyes makes that same person, pious and self righteous in anothers. And I've had others say that. But, these are people that don't KNOW me. In fact I either have not met them or haven't seen them in years. They are hearing from others what they want to pick out to hear. Or they already have an opinion and are putting on those opinion of me glasses while I speak to them.
Opinion glasses? You have those. The not rose colored glasses but, the anticipation of how or what someone will say about something before they say it. Whenever I have had to speak in front of a group of people or do an interview for something I literally pray before I go that God will put rose colored glasses on the person or persons I am speaking with. That they will see me in a favorable light. I don't know if that is biblical but, I know that the devil does the opposite. Whisper wickedness in peoples ears about others, so God may as well speak the good.
Am I saying that we need to remove our masks and let it all hang out with everyone in every situation? No. Please no. Please keep on your mask for certain things and share that with only special people. You don't need me to burp the ABC's in church. And I don't want to smell you, the real you. But, maybe we need to all be more generous with our assessments of each other. Realize that we are all people with faults and gifts and talents and habits. We all have strengths and weaknesses.
Also, think about what you are showing others. Are you showing the "bad girl image" or the scared little girl? Are you showing your victim ways so that others will take care of you or pay attention to you? Well, is that really all you are? Where is the strength you have in Jesus? On the opposite side of the coin, do you always show the all put together mask? The one that tells people you have it all together and never need help or a hug? Are you that person? Where is your humility in Jesus? In our weakness He will be made strong. We all know that neither of these masks are the whole truth. Let's all show a little compassion when making judgements on others and know that what you see and what is there in front of you, is not the whole story.
And for those people that think I'm perfect or self righteous or even have it all together: give me some grace. Burping is not the worst thing I have done or will do. It's just the most startling in this moment, not in life. I have never lived in your shoes and you have not lived mine. Both of us have our defenses up and our masks on. As is society. Don't listen to others about who I am. Ask me. Or talk to me. Or at least talk to more then one person about me.
And if you pass me in the parking lot somewhere and my hair is in it's typical ponytail and I have wrinkled clothes and a bit of (hopefully) mud on my leg and the mascara is running a bit under my eyes- be kind with your thoughts. I may have just been milking goats, or dancing wildly with my 4 year old daughter in the garden. I will try to be as kind to you if I see you in similar attire.
