She was mad, screaming at me. When people scream at me, I exit deep inside of myself trying to hear God. The more I prayed asking God for wisdom to respond to this mad woman, the more I saw her pain. Her hurt screamed louder than her words.
I took responsibility for pain that I caused and humbled myself. She was so surprised by that response and said she had never talked to someone with such humility. In that moment, I realized how much of a weapon that love, care and humility can be in the hands of the Spirit of God.
“When I got on the phone with you, I was upset and expected you to justify yourself,” she said. “Now I want to meet you.”
I ended the call by praying for her and asking God to bless her. Compassion from somewhere else flooded into my soul for her.
During that hour-long, difficult phone call, I turned the other cheek. I didn’t lash out. I didn’t say I was right. I listened to her and responded under the influence of the Holy Spirit.
She was disarmed by the love of God. I didn’t use to be like this. I was the first to fight. The first to stand up with a picket sign or sign a petition. The first to say that I’m right.
But now with years of following Him, trying to be like Him, I’ve learned that being right isn’t always the answer. Jesus was right but He didn’t defend Himself or raise up an army to defend His cause. He laid His life down.
Jesus could have enlisted armies to fight for Him. But then He would have been another caesar or tyrant that forces everyone to submit to his rule. Jesus is a new type of king who wins, who heals, who delivers and invites people to Himself.
Jesus has turned this fighter into a lover. Love does not come naturally to me. I need Him more to fight the way He does. In that phone call, love became a weapon to win this person instead of throwing them out. I saw firsthand the power of love in transforming a volatile woman.
Now I want to see more demonstrations of His love through me.
1 Corinthians 13
13 If I speak in the tongues of men and of angels, but have not love, I am a noisy gong or a clanging cymbal. 2 And if I have prophetic powers, and understand all mysteries and all knowledge, and if I have all faith, so as to remove mountains, but have not love, I am nothing. 3 If I give away all I have, and if I deliver up my body to be burned,[a] but have not love, I gain nothing.
4 Love is patient and kind; love does not envy or boast; it is not arrogant 5 or rude. It does not insist on its own way; it is not irritable or resentful;[b] 6 it does not rejoice at wrongdoing, but rejoices with the truth. 7 Love bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things.
8 Love never ends. As for prophecies, they will pass away; as for tongues, they will cease; as for knowledge, it will pass away. 9 For we know in part and we prophesy in part, 10 but when the perfect comes, the partial will pass away. 11 When I was a child, I spoke like a child, I thought like a child, I reasoned like a child. When I became a man, I gave up childish ways. 12 For now we see in a mirror dimly, but then face to face. Now I know in part; then I shall know fully, even as I have been fully known.