I Love That GuyThis morning I had an interesting experience. I was driving my son Cameron to school and we were listening to the radio. A listener called in and was talking to the radio host about something...and I rolled my eyes and changed the station. "Why'd you do that?" Cameron asked.
"The guy was obviously making that up," I said. "He just wanted to get on the radio."
After dropping Cameron off at school, I thought of my reaction and wondered why it irritated me. I started to talk (in my head) to God about it.
"Oh, I know," I suddenly imagined God saying, "I just love that guy. He's a hoot, isn't he?"
That thought stopped my irritated, why-do-people-do that? kind of thinking. The image of a smiling, loving God, shaking his head and laughing lightly about the crazy things we do for attention, for love, for affirmation, to feel better. He understands us. He knows what drives us and what we need. He loves and smiles and pats us when we need it.
I'm not going to judge that guy on the radio anymore. God loves him. And me, too, thank God. :) k