A few days ago my friend informed me his wife caught him wayyy too drunk over the weekend. In his own words they had an intervention. He cried; he asked for help; she poured beer down the sink. . . The whole nine yards.
I felt relieved that I could finally talk to him about getting well. I don’t know much about alcohol addiction, but I’m somewhat of a google expert on addiction(s). I’ve been concerned, yet unsure how to approach the subject. Plus, I care, which brings me to my next point.
Mostly I felt … ashamed. I knew from our conversations he had developed a problem and never confronted him. 😔 I strongly dislike confrontations and avoid them like the plague.
Thank God (sincerely) she did what needing doing, but I already should have. No, he probably wouldn’t have listened, or at least I probably wouldn’t have ever known it made an effect. But, there’s a definite possibility if I had done what I’m commanded to as Jesus’ follower that he would have gone to her rather than her “catching” him.
That could have been a huge difference in this war they face together. There is a monumental difference in someone coming to you with a problem needing help and you intervening after seeing it.
I could have helped this family. I’ve been ordered to by the one I claim to follow. A good thing is happening, but I missed the chance to help earlier.
“A new commandment . . . That you love one another as I have loved you.” —Jesus to disciples
If I had loved I would have said something. Loving people (verb) isn’t always the same thing. Sometimes it means keeping our mouth closed; not this time.
If you’re not a Christian this is optional, but I still think it’s a great choice to do what love requires. I think it’s an even better choice to do it because you’re giving Jesus a follow to see what He’s all about.
If you’re a Christian it’s a command, not from me, but the one you whole heartedly accepted. We said, “I want you as savior and Lord. I’ll do anything you want, just say it.”
He says, “I want you to love the people around you: just. like. I. loved. You.”
He intervened. He did the hard thing. He treated us more important than Himself. He used his abilities for our good.
We have to do the hard things too. We get to do the hard things. What a gift I missed out on by letting him go so long. What I let his family miss.
There’s not enough time for us (mostly me) to avoid hard conversations.
I said I felt ashamed, which is true. The problem with shame though is it’s almost useless. It’s helpful to realize we messed up, but what’s better is to make a shift and start walking towards our desired destination.
I’m not trying to best anyone one down here. I’m trying to get us to do better tomorrow.
See you soon,