People are crazy

The local television station shares the latest news on its Facebook feed. Of course, the story includes some controversy. I give myself a warning: skip the comments and stick to silly baby, cat, and dog reels. I know what’s going to happen, but my curiosity gets the best of me.

I take a peek. Someone proclaiming themselves to be a kind, God-fearing person shows how little they care about their neighbor. Another person throws out a bunch of numbers and crazy claims that I know are false. They make several broad generalizations that are nowhere near reality. I start to get filled with anger. My veins start to pop. I want to go on social media and light up their world. I want to point out their hypocrisy and call them names. Please excuse me, but I want to send out a flurry of heat-seeking missiles and start social media’s version of World War III.

“Oh yea, well respond to this, you obnoxious bully.”

But I stop.

Thinking first, acting second

I take a deep breath. I take another breath. Two images pop in my head.

First, I get an image of my first grade Sunday school teacher. I forget her name. She was someone’s mom. She’s the same lady who taught us the story about Jesus Christ and the loaves of bread and fish. The story details how Jesus took five loaves of bread and two fish, blessed them, and fed a large crowd. The miracle shows his kind and caring nature.

But now, I focus on my memory of her teaching us a simple children’s hymn. The words come back to me. “Jesus loves me, this I know, for the Bible tells me so.” We sang the song every Sunday. I’m sure she taught it to us because of its reassuring message.

“Really this song? Right now?” I think to myself. “Nice memory and all, but I’m kind of in the middle of something. Do you think you could come back in like an hour?”

Secondly, I’m reminded that “people are crazy.” When I was a young kid, I struggled in school and would often come home feeling left out. In the evening, my mother would read to me before putting me to bed. I would tell her about the mean thing someone had said to me or some slight I felt. One evening, she told me that people are crazy. She’d pause for a long time and, then in a whisper, told me to “love them anyway.”

I think about the moment: “Really mom, right now. I get it, love the person, hate the sin. Can I get back to you though? I’m about to give someone an ass whooping they won’t soon forget.”

Right on cue

I put my phone down. When I see my wife later, I complain about how irritating people can be. I tell her about the hateful comments. This is a mistake. My wife is kind-hearted and can find something good in the most wretched of situations. She reminds me that people can be kind and loving too. “Oh stop it,” I tell her.

She points to the grumpy guy who let me merge in front of him. She tells me about the progress one of her developmentally delayed students made that day. The boy surprised everyone by reciting the sounds of the alphabet. If that hasn’t convinced me, when an old man says hello to us in the grocery store, she hits my arm. “See,” she says. “People are nice.”

“Yea, yea,” I grumble.

A full picture

In the end, I concede that people are loving, trusting, kind, courageous, honest, patient, gracious, compassionate, wise, generous, and respectful

Of course, later when I pull up the article again, I tell my wife that people are also hateful, deceitful, unkind, fearful, distrustful, impatient, rude, uncaring, foolish, greedy, and self-centered.

She frowns at me.

“Okay, okay, I’ll ease up.”

I’ve written this ending a dozen different times. News and current events are polarizing. Now more so than ever before. I want to say love is the answer, but we live in a crazy world. I can’t discount that there’s real hatred in the world. Poverty is out of control. Evil exists. We need to stand up to it. We need to fight for what is right. We need to fight for the meek and powerless. But I also need to remember: People are crazy and we need to love them anyway. When that’s not possible, love them the best you can.

Billy Currington – People Are Crazy 

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42 thoughts on “People are crazy

  1. Yup, people are crazy and get even crazier when it comes to politics. I have often had to stop myself from commenting on those sort of posts. People are crazy but love them anyway. I love that!

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  2. I address this in my post today. I hesitated to write it because I was doing so in anger. I felt that it needed to be said though. So I put on my shield and armor and asked God to lead my words. I hope I’m not offending anyone.

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      1. Thanks Brian. I fed into the political stuff for a while, but promised myself not to anymore. The only think that will help is divine intervention. I must have faith that God has this.

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  3. I love the song, Brian…and the story it tells. So good. And your mom. Oh your mom. Love the crazy ones the best you can. Thanks for this terrific reminder.
    “God is great, beer is good and people are crazy.” What a great line. xo! 🥰

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  4. Good post Brian, I kind of feel like you might’ve been reading my mind today, especially as we have our own political murder mess in Minnesota. People are so crazy, and commentors can be so evil. Thank God we have good people around us to remind us, the whole world isn’t like that. I love your mom and your wife’s perspectives.

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    1. I had this written for a few weeks, but it does describe my weekend. I see the people jump to conclusions. I see the evil comments and the lack of care about others. It drives me crazy. I normally move on . . . but the negativity definitely impacts me. You’re so right though. Thank goodness for good people in our lives.

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  5. I love this, Brian! Love them the best that we can. So good. My dad had a similar saying to your mom – he’d say, “People are weird. But all we can do is love them where they are.” Ah yes – but it’s easy to feel the other side of this too!

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    1. Your dad sounds like he was much more patient and calm than me Wynne. I see a comment or a remark and I so want to use the writing talents that God gave me to ahem . . . be mean as heck to them. I stop most times but I have my moments. Ugh.

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  6. Your mom gave you tender and wise advice, Brian. We need this reminder more than ever now that the world is so polarized and divided. 💕🙏

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    1. Oh, I’m not doing any better than anyone else in remembering this message Beth. I see something that gets me upset and I get riled up and write up a scathing note. And then right before I hit send, I remember that it’s got my name and that the internet lives forever . . . and I pull back. Most days any way. Ha. ha.

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  7. I think the proper terminology amongst today’s youth is, people are cray-cray.

    Regardless, I agree with your assessment of people. And also your wife’s. I find myself constantly biting my tongue whenever I’m scrolling through Facebook these days…but the fight just isn’t worth it, because I know I’ll never change anybody’s mind. And neither will they change mine.

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  8. I remember that song vividly, Brian. Wow, you took me back a few years. LOL What you found is the reason I stepped away from FB. I found more polities on that platform than on Instagram. And if I see a political post on IG and agree with it, I’ll like it. But I won’t comment on any political post, simply because I don’t have the time to go down that rabbit hole. It’s amazing how much time people have. Thanks for this great reminder.

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  9. Thanks for this, Brian. It seems a lot of us are feeling this right now. It’s hard to love people when they are spewing so much hate, but I also think about the phrase, “hurt people hurt people.” And when I remember that, that they are probably hurting too and they won’t stop until they heal – that’s really the only way I can find to “love them anyway.”

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    1. I’m torn. I want to offer compassion to the “hurt people” but I also find their hatred and anger revolting. Just this morning I saw something and I had to shake my head. I couldn’t believe the hatred over something so small. But you’re right, it just proves that they’re hurting and taking their anger out on someone else. Thx for the reminder.

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  10. Oh, I am not saying it’s easy! My first response is almost always anger, that revolting feeling you describe. It’s really, really, really hard. Especially when the hate and anger of others is doing so much harm, and you just want to do anything you can to stop it. It is hard not to take the bait and participate. Or, to at least participate in a way that helps instead of doing more harm. I am torn as well. It’s very painful to watch, and even more painful at my heart level to try and figure out what the right response and action is.

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