Hey, Boo

Who misunderstands you?  …    Oh, ‘sorry.  It wasn’t my intention to reopen your pity party.  (Heaven knows we spend enough time there.)   And now, not to burst your bubble (after inflating it), but let’s face it:  Except for God, nobody understands us.  We all think we’re more misunderstood than most.  Well, since I’ve got my sharp bubble-bursting pin, let’s put that to rest, shall we?  We’re on a blog; that alone says there are millions more isolated and misunderstood than we.  And no, you don’t get to blow up that third bubble (your ego):  None of us is singularly misunderstood, except the Lord Jesus Christ, who is Savior and Judge.

We misunderstand others, and they reciprocate.  It’s contagious.  Ultimately, it’s part of God’s design; opportunities to be patient, humble, and forgiving.

This week I was reminded of the book To Kill a Mockingbird.  It’s laced with misunderstood characters.  I, myself, have things in common with Atticus, Tom, Scout, and Boo.  ….Can you identify?

—Doesn’t speak up on his own behalf, so people do his talking for him—but they get it all wrong.

—Underestimated by others, but keenly aware of the pervading prejudice and hypocrisy.

—Misunderstood on many levels, nonetheless peaceful—waiting for the Advocate.

—Refusing to entertain hateful hearsay of the hoi polloi.

—Being a friend to somebody that few recognize as being awesome.

—Going against the rushing current of opinion.

—House needs some serious upkeep—but it’s not as scary as it looks.

—Learning important lessons from people younger than I.

—Coming to the defense of somebody that is unpopular.

—Being willing to blend company with all sorts of folks.

We misunderstood types have to stick together.  Underdogs stick up for underdogs—even if they’re hot dogs (taking some heat).

I’ll finish with a glimmer of hope.  Yesterday at coffee, my mom launched into this weird puzzle sentence:  “You’re inside you, so you can’t see you.  But I can see you, because I’m outside of you.  And, as an outsider, I can see that you’re happier than you’ve been in years.”


Haha!  …Anyway, if I properly unraveled that, I stand corrected:  Nobody understands me, except God.  And Mom…


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One Response to Hey, Boo

  1. Sojourner says:

    Your mom’s statement, as well as this whole post, was sublime. I come away from it with a richer understanding and deeper appreciation for life. =)

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