"A brother offended is harder to win than a strong city, and contentions are like the bars of a castle.” Proverbs 18:19, NKJV
It happened again. Just after we finished the worship team practice for the Sunday morning gathering. An offense sent my way. Just great.
And it happened then, on the Friday before, a few hours before we were to meet for the first time in The Barn for the monthly Strength For Israel gathering, with me leading the worship team, I got offended.
Excitement had been built up. The night was going to be really special. And then the drummer called, saying he forgot to tell me he had to work that night. Great.
Not only that, but one friend who had played with us before really got offended when I didn’t ask him to play as the first one I contacted, not even knowing if he still did play after our last time we did together many years ago. So, that mistake was followed by his literal 40-minute rant over the phone to me. Lord!
I like watching football. I enjoy when there is a great offensive team on the field, especially the college team I follow during the fall on Saturday afternoons, who hail from the Midwest (I’ll leave it at that, except to say I still have one Catholic heritage I maintain.) When they run the ball around the end; when they throw the deep bomb to the wide-open receiver; when a touchdown is scored at the very end to win the big upset, that is offense! Another great play again! “Hail, hail to old…”
I like that kind of offense. But like you, I don’t like being offended.
