Standing Tall in Glass Houses

"throwing stones 4" by *kirsti is licensed under CC BY-NC-SA 2.0

Do you ever feel a sense of righteous indignation? That something in the world simply isn't right? Rising up like David, you confront the Goliath of injustice head on. If God is for us, who can stand against us? All that is well and good, until you discover that you are throwing stones in a glass house. Let me take you back to my Saturday...

I've mentioned my tentative relationship with technology. Well, a couple of days ago, I was set to beard the lion in it's proverbial den. The service provider planned to send technicians to install my internet. The angels rejoiced, and I would have been glad except no one showed. Not the first hour as I washed laundry. Not the second as I hung my clothes to dry. Not the third, fourth, or fifth, as I read first one book than another. Not even in the sixth and final hour as I baked cookies to ease my frustration. I stayed home for more than half my day and no one appeared! How could it be? Angst abounded and a dozen cookies barely made a dent in my mood.

The following day, my wonderful host came to confirm connectivity. We spent the next indignant hour attempting to set up the router, just in case the bright pink truck did arrive unobserved. She tried using her phone, my phone, and a laptop to follow the instruction. By this time, reader, let me assure you I had moved beyond frustration to sad resignation. No internet... sigh... As a last ditch effort, we re-read the letter sent and discovered: I HAD THE DATE WRONG!

After bursting out in laughter and sending my host on her way, I considered my own choices. I had been so upset and it was entirely my own misunderstanding. How often do I complain in the face of challenges I cause? Do I pause and reflect before I blame or do I just assume my complete justification in Christ covers more than a sinful self? Am I encountering giants or tilting at windmills? Can I stand tall in my glass house? By the grace of God, may we all live to experience his face shining upon us through the transparent walls of the fragile lives he holds in his hands.

P.S. - Internet installation happens next Saturday. I confirmed the date this time!