I was rude to someone at work yesterday, and I paid for it when I saw the anxiety on his face that I was partially responsible for. I hated to see his look of anguish and confusion, and I was disgusted with myself. So many things to cause anguish in this world, and I was a part of his bad day.
Sometimes we get too businesslike, too hurried, got to get the job done and people get in the way. Shame on me; shame on us. What I did wasn’t horrible but it was horrible in the fact that it hurt instead of helped. I hurried him; didn’t respect what he was doing. My. . .how important I am. How dare someone interrupt my day.
Thankfully I was able to eventually help him. And now that I have been thoroughly rebuked by the situation, I will be more considerate. However, I will remember the unpleasantness for some time, so even my “jerkiness” will serve some good purpose.
(1 Corinthians 13:5 NCV) Love is not rude, is not selfish, and does not get upset with others. Love does not count up wrongs that have been done.