I get so mad when I get called out. And because I am an over-thinker, I can come up with a million reasons why my getting called out is grossly undeserved. But the more I read the Bible, the older I get—the less time I spend tumbling over in my mind how out-of-order it was for someone else to offend me by calling me out.
Sometimes though, when folks bring some undesirable impish behavior to my attention it is for my own good, and I think what makes me most angry is the fact that I’ve being walking around for 35 plus years exhibiting bad behavior and no one stopped me until now. Nevertheless, as I get pruned and refined by the Father, it is my responsibility to address issues in my character that are, well not so Christian like.
I’ve encountered several “calling out incidents” since the beginning of the year. At first I would pick up the phone and call my sister and fuss, rant, rave and (yes shamefully) cuss. Sometimes I would call my best friend. Most times I would just sit with the presumed insult and get mad, furious and enraged. How dare he tell me blah, blah, blah. I know she didn’t come over here talking ’bout I’m blah, blah, blah, she doesn’t know me like that! And of course my favorite personal rebuttal is, Whatever. This is the way God made me, so I’m going to forever do me.
But the change that God makes in the midst of me doing me is where God gets His glory. If everything is well with me, I need to be in heaven with some fierce gold Christian Louboutin shoes on and a banging blinging halo. I have to respect that God places random mouthpieces in my life to show me something about myself, my flaws, my insecurities, my hang ups and my strong points–all so that He can get the glory. Sometimes it’s good. Sometimes it’s bad.
When it’s bad though, what do you do? Well, after all of my over-analyzing and psycho-babble, I have to do something. I have to search the scriptures and petition God for his divine deliverance in the faulty area of my life. I have to turn away from that behavior and gradually allow God to do some weeding in my garden.
This, my sisters, has not been easy for me to do. There are things I’ve done so long that I’ve become comfortable with them, like a favorite piece of furniture, it may feel good to sit in, but because it’s so old, it’s dirty and nasty and stinks to high heaven. Sometimes, we become immune to our own spiritual stench because we’ve been stinking for so very long. But when we are called on the carpet regarding our indiscretions (if they are true indiscretions) we should be thankful that God is giving us an opportunity to be pruned. He recognizes that there is more fruit to bear, that some dead branches are stifling the growth.
From now on, I delight in getting called out. The illuminations of my infirmities are officially a gift from God, simply because it is the beginning of a weeding out process. It is the start of some deadness being pruned away for the bearing of good fruit; however, this is a celebration only if I yield to God and recognize the greater work He is doing in my life for my good and His glory.
So next time you get called out. Get angry. Get mad. Get it out. But don’t fail to see God’s part in it. You never know, you may have more nourishing fruit to grow.
By DiAnne Malone. Read more from the August 2016 issue of HimPower Magazine™ HERE.