You might not know this, but back in the day I had a bad ass, left hook and could pull hair with the best of them…
My fighting, slug fest ways started in the fourth grade and reached a crescendo years later. I beat up a boy who was four inches shorter than me in middle school because he was bullying a boy half his size. We were the same age, I’d just been blessed by the puberty angel while he was still waiting for the testosterone train.
The worse fight of my life, after the gym brawl in sixth grade, took place in a locker room after soccer practice. My girlfriend thought it would be funny to throw my beloved but terribly sounding clarinet in the shower. Now it was true, my clarinet was certainly a threat to peace, but still. She had no right to do what she did to my property. After she did, I thought it would be funny- to take her out. Because back then, I was very clear. Justice wasn’t something I thought about- it was something I practiced. It was something I fought for and it was something I enforced.
And so it went that day when I threw my lithe friend to the ground and pinned her between the towel bin and the lockers. I wanted to make sure anyone who might be watching was clear my clarinet was off limits to abuse and injustice. After the coach broke our wrestling match up, the two of us loaded ourselves on to the bus and when we were dropped off, we resumed what was not yet decided. Within fifteen minutes we were standing or was that floating in a ditch filled with mud using our instrument cases as punching gloves.
I’d like to tell you I was an angel when I was very young. But that would be an injustice to the angry little rebellious soul I was before I met Jesus.
These days I’m much morel likely to give you my opinion rather than slug you or engage in a slug fest…
Opinions are convenient. They don’t get you grounded, never end in a bloody nose, don’t pidgeon hole you as a rebel and don’t ruin your clothes. Opinions are manageable. You can have a million of them and never be asked to leave your cozy coffee shop.
But this morning I’m ready for a slug fest. I’m ready to go get it. I’m ready to be more than a girl or women or past bully, I feel like kicking injustice’s and hate’s butt this morning. I am ready to go get it.
Okay, so I’m not your normal every day believer- but hey….it takes all kinds. Belief is a person and radical journey. God in his infinite wonder made each of us uniquely incredible.
You have things you’d fight for. I’m quite sure of it. These are the passions and purposes you are here to see manifest. I don’t know what it is about having an opinion that makes me feel as if I’d done something but let’s call it what it is. That’s a lie.
That’s one of the reasons I fell for the SON of GOD. Jesus was all about justice, he wasn’t into this inequality, walk by oppression and the needy and act like they aren’t there or you don’t see them.
So perhaps I’ve had enough opinions. Perhaps its time to go be about those things that make me want to put my dukes up and get into a slug fest over. I happen to believe whatever we war against we make larger so I’d prefer to get in the game and fight to see justice and the downtrodden well taken care of and loved.
I have a few things I’d die for…A couple faces are streaming across my mind right now. I’d die in a moment for these people…
I have a little larger list-that I’d go to blows over. Yep. I’d start a slug fest, go down swinging and stay in the game till I have nothing left to add, give or provide to make sure these things happen in my life time. So yes. I’ve got my dukes up. I use to fight for the fun of it ,now I’m fighting to stay in the game and move the ball ahead for love and justice and a few other things I feel blessed to be fighting for…
Pick An Opinion Or A Slug Fest? Satire
PhotoShamii Goh vs. Jenn Deering ( Thanks Jenn you are an inspiration…Keep on going after those dreams and those blessings)