Technically speaking . . .
What does that even mean?
For me, my immediate reaction upon hearing those two words is, "Brain, you may officially shut down because verbiage is about to get a tad bit detailed, complicated, and most likely, depending on the state of our hormones, annoying. And we are too tired to compute."
Welcome to 43, y'all.
And if you don't get me before 11am when my caffeine intake it at its highest capacity, I'm most likely going to be in the crash and burn, I must take a power nap before the clock ticks one more time mode. AND I must conserve any and all additional energy for my teenagers. Because after 6, when practices end, and the dinner table becomes the backdrop for drama, drama, and more drama, my husband and I better be powered back up and ready to Steve Trevor/Wonder Woman the topsy turvy melodramatic back into perspective.
Friends, pause and pray now, please. Thank you.
Yeah, technicalities and such cause my inner ostrich to raise its ugly head from the genetic pool before promptly burying it in the quicksand of If I can't see you, you don't exist.
It's a flaw, I get it.
And there is a need-to-know component about the inner workings of most things.
But good gravy, sometimes our happy, happy group of fellow image bearers takes 2 plus 2 and turns it into infinity and beyond.
What the hay day?
There are people-infused issues that need our attention. And 9 times out of 10, doing what is required ain't complicated. It may be difficult in its simplicity, but is it technical—nope. And all this other junk distracts us from what/WHO is important.
And guess what? We don't need to be in the know for every, single, solitary whatever in every, single, solitary moment of every, single, solitary day.
Over it. Can you tell?
My favorite passage of scripture lays out the dialogue between Jesus (Creator of the Universe) and a lawyer (Expert in Mosaic Law). Grab the sweet and salty and bend your ears to what went down over two thousand years ago. According to the good doctor, Luke:
And behold, a lawyer stood up to put him to the test, saying, “Teacher, what shall I do to inherit eternal life?” 26He said to him, “What is written in the Law? How do you read it?” 27And he answered, “You shall love the Lord your God with all your heart and with all your soul and with all your strength and with all your mind, and your neighbor as yourself.” 28And he said to him, “You have answered correctly; do this, and you will live.”
In summary, the know-it-all guy tried to nail Jesus on a technicality.
Who is my neighbor?
Jesus wasn't having it.
Our Savior told a simple story with a wham, bam, thank you ma'am conclusion that zinged His point right to the heart of the issue.
Your neighbor is anyone who bears my image. Go above and beyond and love them in My name, because you love Me with all your heart, soul, strength (the whole nine yards). Show compassion and forgiveness—mercy—even when it's not expected, ESPECIALLY when it's not expected.
Jesus loves me, this I know, because He showed me long ago.
And He continues to do so, every single day.
Bless us, y'all!
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Amanda Williams is a forty-year old wife and mother of two who can still swing her pony tail and display just a tad of sass. She is also a Jesus loving girl who realizes she is nothing without the One who saved her. Amanda has two degrees specializing in serving students with special needs and is currently working in the field of Leadership Development. She is a Christian author, speaker, blogger, and publisher who loves serving beside her husband at her local place of worship, First Baptist Church of Ocala.