Ever had someone try to get you to act like you used to back in the day?
Nobody can MAKE you act any particular way, but you know what I mean: your interaction with them led to you respond in a way that you thought you had put behind you. It made you do the roar, a la Shrek.
My boy Shrek thought he was post-roar. Boy, was he surprised at his own response!
So was I when I found myself shouting at someone in impatience, exasperation, and exhaustion a few days ago.
I did my own roar. *hangs head in shame*
Reverting to our “old self”
But that old-past-history often is just a few aggravations away from showing its behind to the world and making us question who we really are.
Enter the roar
I used to joke with friends that I was going to keep a can opener on my desk at work in case I had to open a can of whoop-ass on someone. So much for the fruit of the Spirit, especially patience. The roar is often most symptomatic of a lack of patience with either people or circumstances. Like Shrek, when we’re at the end of our tether, we simply let it rip.
The roar reveals what we used to be: habits, mindsets, language, attitudes, and actions that were our modus operandi pre-Christ.
At the time, it does feel good to let that roar barrel its way through and onto whoever’s in its path. But a little later on, most of us regret it. We did not give good face, or grace, to the person on the receiving end of our roar.
Is roaring ever really needed?
Is it that we no longer need to do the roar? I mean, Jesus roared in the temple, overturning tables and messing with those guys’ hustle. But His was a holy, righteous roar. I suspect most of our roars are far removed from His. 😀
The devil sees our weaknesses and lies in wait, ready to clobber us about the head and shoulders with our propensity to “wild out,” disrespecting others and ourselves by our choices. Sometimes I act like I’ve forgotten that I’ve had work done; spiritual work, that is. I act like “Girl Interrupted,”when I’m simply “girl in progress.”
When I feel ready to drop-kick the world, I probably need a tall glass of “sit the heck down.” I’m glad that the Holy Spirit helps me dial back the urge to indulge in industrial strength tomfoolery when I let His gentle wisdom guide me to shut the heck up. That’s what the fruit of the Spirit can do!
So, are you someone who roars? What’s your personal reason to roar? Is it worth it?