What Have You Heard?
I haven’t been blogging lately for a myriad of reasons, but this time around lack of content (the usual suspect) or time (constantly second place in the contest of why not blog) have nothing to do with it. In fact, I have numerous drafts just waiting to be published that will probably just stay drafts. The issue I am having with blogging, coupled with social media, and really, a lot of conversations lately, is I keep wondering what have you heard from me.
What have you heard from me? Was it what I thought was a hilarious joke – or more likely a joke I thought was funny but in reality was more just empty words? Maybe you heard a sarcastic remark that I meant to be endearing, but came across as harsh. Maybe you heard me share something a little more lasting, a little true, but no matter what I’ve wanted to communicate, I’ve been giving a lot of thought to what you hear from me.
We live in a time where you can say anything. You don’t have to apologize, you don’t have to provide context, you can merely just say whatever you want, and allow the court of public opinion to be the judge. And really, if you refuse to acknowledge the court of public opinion, it seems as if there are fewer and fewer consequences. This “lack of consequences” seems to allow people to share whatever they want, say whatever harmful, inflammatory, or at best, thoughtless thing they want to say. And it’s getting old. Its weary to watch people saying whatever merely in an attempt to build a platform, or use their platform recklessly.
So I have been thinking of what I sound like.
And I am afraid that far too often it’s a clanging symbol. An obnoxious crash in the midst of an attempt at a harmony. And I wonder if I have forgotten what I am fighting for, what I sound like.
“If I speak in the tongues of men or of angels, but do not have love, I am only a resounding gong or a clanging cymbal. If I have the gift of prophecy and can fathom all mysteries and all knowledge, and if I have a faith that can move mountains, but do not have love, I am nothing. If I give all I possess to the poor and give over my body to hardship that I may boast, but do not have love, I gain nothing.” – 1 Cor:13:1-3
The passage reminds us that when we put ourselves and our selfish motives to be heard or to express our opinions over others, we completely miss the point. And I don’t want to miss the point. I don’t want to be a crash when I can be a fill. I don’t want to make noise for the sake of myself. If my role is to play a cymbal, then I want it to be a the right moment, for the perfect accompaniment, a layer in the midst of a bigger song.
What do you sound like? It’s probably a good question for all of us to ask.