I could tell they were uncomfortable. They wanted to backpedal. The hurt on their faces was real, for them and for me. But it had to be said.
Genuine rebuke is a tough thing, because people who sincerely love each other cannot bear the awkwardness of telling the hard truth. If you actually enjoy rebuking, your privilege should be revoked.
I was very grateful for their honesty, and let them know they were doing me a service. It would’ve been a disservice for them to hide it.
Of course, it was hard not to interrupt, not to defend myself, not to come up with a million excuses. But just because I don’t see it their way doesn’t mean that their way doesn’t count.
If someone is offended by my action, no matter how innocuous I think it is, it should affect me because it affects them. It’s important to you, so it must also be important to me. It’s not easy to think that way: and trust me, I had to fight the urge to escape it.
I’m grateful also because they had brought up a complete blind spot of which I was unaware. We all have them. That’s why they’re called blind spots.
They also aimed to make me a more effective leader, a better person, a more thoughtful follower of Christ. I could see it in their eyes. I love them for that.
Thank you to my friends who keep me in check. Thank you for paying the cost of awkwardness to tell me what’s right and what’s real.
Love you guys.