Monday, June 25, 2018

When I'm Right

I knew I was in the right
I was right
And that rightness gave me boldness

To do wrong
To treat another person
To treat someone created in God’s image
With callous disregard

I poured out my righteous anger
I let my frustration boil over
I made choices
Choices to spew hatred
Choices to belittle and demean

But I was right
And isn’t that enough?
Isn’t that permission
No, obligation
To use
Any means necessary?

Image bearers be damned
I was right
The Golden Rule
Can be brushed away
When I’m right

My actions are justified
They would have done the same
Or worse
I am vindicated

Or am I?
What if in my rightness
I did wrong?