One of the worst temptations I’ve ever had to fight was the temptation of being right. Let me explain.
When I’m right, when I really, truly believe I’m right, I am without doubt.
When I am without doubt, I stop asking questions.
When I stop asking questions, I start telling other people the answers.
When I start telling other people the answers, I argue with the ones that disagree with me.
When I argue with the ones that disagree with me, I really want to win the argument.
When I really want to win the argument (for Jesus!) I pull no punches.
When I pull no punches, I hurt people and bring shame to the cause of Christ.
And that’s why it’s dangerous to be right.
Chick-Fil-A day? A great day for “freedom of speech,” but a bad day to be gay in America, and a terrible day for anyone who actually wants to bring gay people into the Church. You want uglier examples? The Crusades. Slavery. Manifest Destiny. Guantanamo Bay.
Show me one place where Jesus or the apostles operated like this. Well, Paul did, but back then, they called him Saul. But one encounter on the road to Damascus changed all that. When we’re right, and we really know it, we’ll roll over anybody who stands in our way, and we’ll do it in the name of Jesus.
Because if we’re right, and they’re not just like us, they’re wrong. And if they’re wrong, then we have to defeat them. And if we have to defeat them, we need to take the gloves off. And when we take the gloves off, we hurt people and bring shame to the cause of Christ, whether it’s Guantanamo Bay, Chick-Fil-A, or arguing on Facebook.
Doubt is our friend. Not doubt of Jesus’s resurrection, or God’s love and grace, but doubt of ourselves, doubt of our own rightness, our own righteousness. After all, didn’t the prophet Isaiah say our righteousness is nothing but filthy rags?