Marlon Brando. You know the voice:
— “I’m gonna make him an offer he can’t refuse.”
— “I coulda been a contender. I coulda been somebody…”
— “So, this is college. I didn’t miss nothin’.”
— “Hey, STELLA!”
Guess which quote came to mind as I ran across this diary entry (1975):
“I found out that I was tied with five other girls for 24th and 25th Place on the Homecoming Court. We were dropped, so the next round is 23 girls.”
Dang; so close. Hehe.
Jump forward 40 years to this morning’s breakfast quote:
“Your old nature brings out mine.”
Profound, huh? Not really. It’s a unilateral truism, that people behaving badly often results in people behaving badly. For the Christian, this is the old man. To my thinking, the ticket is to be like Mike Wazowski (Monsters, Inc.)—and “Put that thing back where it came from!”
From Eph. 4:22-24 put off your old self… put on the new self, created after the likeness of God…
What’s the connection here? I consider my Christian walk: I haven’t always walked in righteousness (only One did). I haven’t worked to make top-tier, so to speak. When faced with another’s personal issues, I’ve sometimes shown rash judgment, disrespect, even mean responses. I may have been beautiful on the outside, but ugly on the inside. I’ve settled for second-tier.
I can’t help but think of what I’d be today had I not been like Brando’s character, Terry, blaming somebody else for his own failures. Hindsight is 20/20: I’d have fared better had I embraced this Proverb:
Pr. 15:1 A soft answer turns away wrath, but a harsh word stirs up anger.
I’m not a little girl any more. By God’s grace, I’m learning not to allow another’s conduct to cause my own flare-up. And yes, I know it’s not profitable to dwell on woulda-coulda-shouldas. I’m just blessed to be learning from my mistakes, to be being saved from my sin—to actually be in the running.
1 Cor. 9:24 Do you not know that those who run in a race all run, but only one receives the prize? Run in such a way that you may win.
Today I tip every jewel in my crown to the Holy Spirit of God, my Helper who makes me more than just an also-ran. Hallelu-Jah.
For the record, He does all things well: I was in a class of 600.
Dang. So close.