How blessed is the man who does not walk in the counsel of the wicked, nor stand in the path of sinners, nor sit in the seat of scoffers. Psalm 1:1 (NASB)
I received an encouraging Facebook message Monday from a reader. It meant so much to me. Yet, I admit, I’m terrible about sending cards or writing notes to other people. I do it a little bit more now that I can do it on Facebook, but still I don’t do it enough. And I don’t call on the telephone either. I’ll talk for hours when someone calls me, but I don’t pick up the phone unless I have something specific to say. As much as I loved my ex-husband, I didn’t even call him at work unless there was a major emergency.
Lynellen Perry identified this as because I’m an introverted extrovert or an extroverted introvert; I’m not sure which, and of course she wasn’t talking specifically about me. I’d never heard of such a thing before. I’d just always thought it was just because I’m weird. I admit it. I am. I have taken a personality test, and it agreed with me. I’m weird. But sometimes I think the world needs more weird people. Too many blindly follow the crowd. That’s never been a problem for me. I was always the outsider.
I got a notice for jury duty today, and naturally it made me think back to the last time I served on a jury. I always knew if I ever served on one I’d be the odd man out, and sure enough, I was. It was like I didn’t even listen to the same trial everyone else did. They were more interested in the prosecutor’s gray “Matlock” suit and where his client had spent her summer vacation than in the facts of the case, or even that the defendant had pleaded guilty. To them, it was a case of the “rich b____” picking on the poor little pizza delivery guy. To me, their attitude was clearly reverse discrimination. I’ve never forgiven myself for finally giving in to their bullying. I wouldn’t do it again.
In Pastor Derek’s absence, Pastor Glen Rowden preached on Romans 12:2 Sunday night. He did a great job. It says, “And do not be conformed to this world, but be transformed by the renewing of your mind, so that you may prove what the will of God is, that which is good and acceptable and perfect.” We are not meant to be seeking to be like everyone else. We’re meant to be seeking to be more like Christ. And let’s face it; the world sees that as weird.
I’m not perfect by a long shot, and my form of “weirdness” is not yet anywhere near what God wants it to be. He’s still working on me. But I am seeking Him, and He is the One I seek to please. I think He likes weird. I know He loves me.
God bless you.