So, I was in the shower–my think tank of sorts– thinking of online etiquette, how when commenting on a celebrity or a politician, someone we know but don’t know, we should only say things we should say to that person’s face (I say should, because there are things we would say to a person’s face that we probably shouldn’t say either).
The next night, I’m sitting in my living room, reading Thinking Through Christianity, and I’m frustrated about this story. So swiftly, I comment: “This guy’s an idiot.” Almost before I finish typing, I hear the Holy Spirit echo my own words back to me. I consider it briefly then justify and rationalize and publish.
Well, turns out, the author of the article (the man I so readily called an idiot) found this conversation, and defended his position against the original post, seemingly ignoring my comment, which it deserved, and which no doubt only confirmed many of his suspicions. Brilliant, Renea.
I’m an idiot. And I was wrong. I was reactionary, the very thing I deplore. And I apologize.