...makes me want to overturn tables
Wow.
Just reading your story about your daughter's reply set my blood pressure rising. While I agree that no one may be "convinced" against his will, there is nothing that drives me higher up a wall than people who are bound and determined to cling to their idea no matter what degree of proof to the contrary you lay at their feet.
People like that can put me into a panic if I care about them. It's like watching someone drink poison. You want to yell and scream and just yank the glass out of their hands, but you can't, because the poison is in their minds and their hearts rather than some external thing you could get away from them.
Jesus walked the earth for but three years and fulfilled some 20 prophecies out of the old testament. He also healed the sick and raised the dead. The voice of the Lord God Himself spoke aloud to a crowd by saying "This is my Son....." yet when the time came for people to acknowledge Him, they turned away.
They were content to be "happy" with their ignorance too.
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I was raised in a household where my biological father was "always" right. No matter what he said or did, he would declare that he was somehow granted some kind of automatic correctness.
By contrast, my mother was "always" wrong or uncertain. Between her own father (who I gather wasn't much different than her first husband) and my father, she'd learned to never be sure of anything. She either couldn't make a decision or else she'd go off half cocked and make rather poor choices.
After my father finally abandoned us and stayed gone, God blessed my mom and me with the presence of my stepdad. I only wish I could have appreciated him while he was alive. As I've gotten older though, I find myself relying more and more on his view of things.
He was a quiet man, and he often prefaced his words with "I could be wrong but...." and then he would speak his mind.
He was *rarely* wrong. But he was *always* open to the possibility of it. I have tried very hard to live in his example.
Be willing to be wrong, and you can turn any debate back into a discussion. Be willing to admit that there is your side, your opponent's side, and THEN the truth (which is usually somewhere inbetween everyone's perceptions), and you'll avoid most arguments. Be open to the idea that there is A Truth out there to find and you may one day see the very face of God.
But stand firm in the belief that you will be "right in your own eyes" (Judges 21:25) no matter what someone tries to tell you or teach you, and you stand to end up like everyone else who has clung to that particular motto.
Wow.
Just reading your story about your daughter's reply set my blood pressure rising. While I agree that no one may be "convinced" against his will, there is nothing that drives me higher up a wall than people who are bound and determined to cling to their idea no matter what degree of proof to the contrary you lay at their feet.
People like that can put me into a panic if I care about them. It's like watching someone drink poison. You want to yell and scream and just yank the glass out of their hands, but you can't, because the poison is in their minds and their hearts rather than some external thing you could get away from them.
Jesus walked the earth for but three years and fulfilled some 20 prophecies out of the old testament. He also healed the sick and raised the dead. The voice of the Lord God Himself spoke aloud to a crowd by saying "This is my Son....." yet when the time came for people to acknowledge Him, they turned away.
They were content to be "happy" with their ignorance too.
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I was raised in a household where my biological father was "always" right. No matter what he said or did, he would declare that he was somehow granted some kind of automatic correctness.
By contrast, my mother was "always" wrong or uncertain. Between her own father (who I gather wasn't much different than her first husband) and my father, she'd learned to never be sure of anything. She either couldn't make a decision or else she'd go off half cocked and make rather poor choices.
After my father finally abandoned us and stayed gone, God blessed my mom and me with the presence of my stepdad. I only wish I could have appreciated him while he was alive. As I've gotten older though, I find myself relying more and more on his view of things.
He was a quiet man, and he often prefaced his words with "I could be wrong but...." and then he would speak his mind.
He was *rarely* wrong. But he was *always* open to the possibility of it. I have tried very hard to live in his example.
Be willing to be wrong, and you can turn any debate back into a discussion. Be willing to admit that there is your side, your opponent's side, and THEN the truth (which is usually somewhere inbetween everyone's perceptions), and you'll avoid most arguments. Be open to the idea that there is A Truth out there to find and you may one day see the very face of God.
But stand firm in the belief that you will be "right in your own eyes" (Judges 21:25) no matter what someone tries to tell you or teach you, and you stand to end up like everyone else who has clung to that particular motto.
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