It is hardest to do nothing

It is said that the most the continuation of the status quo is the most post powerful force in politics. In other words, doing nothing is often the easiest route. That may be true in politics, but resisting the urge to act in personal life is a completely different story. More often than not, it is a struggle for my mind to convince my emotions that actions would just create more problems than the problem they were designed to create.

I can deal with being hurt. I’m a big boy (both literally and figuratively). I live life in a cruel world. Life has disappointments. Life in politics has its betrayals. Life in college has its drama. While it bothers me, I get over it. I may want to strangle someone for a while, but it happens. Sometimes though, something comes along I have a slightly harder time dealing with: come after me all you want; leave my friends alone.

My last name means Son of Listening. As strange as it seems, it fits. My friends, and occasionally completely strangers, confide in me. Sometimes, it is confessing something they have done and want to fix. Most of the time, it is a discussion of some way they have been hurt. Most of the time, all I have to do is ask questions for a while and it turns out that they had done something that led to the eventual insult. I end up just keeping the questions going until I realize what’s going on, then they realize what’s going on. Then, while rare, it is the final category.

This is where something happens wasn’t deserved. When this happens, it is a good thing I don’t have access to the nuclear launch codes.

I want to rush to the scene and avenge my friends. Broadsword in hand, I want to plant my standard in front of them and say through clenched teeth while arrayed in the full armor of the combat of a different era, “TRY to hurt them again.”

I do not want to strangle the offender. That is too merciful. You mess with a friend of mine, I want to subject the offender to the horrors of defeat in medieval warfare.

Behold, He bares His two-edged sword, and deals almighty blows; His all-revealing, killing Word ’twixt joints and marrow goes. Who can resist Him in the fight? He cuts through coats of mail. Before the terror of His might the hearts of rebels fail.

~ Charles Spurgeon

It is little wonder then that my favorite name is William. It means resolute defender. My first born son’s name will be William Rhodes, that is, resolute defender of the cross. But, my name is not William. My name has a deeper meaning, a meaning of which I must remind myself constantly. When I am living up to my last name, listening to those around me, I must keep before my eyes the fact that it is not my place to judge, or to exactvengeance.

Instead, I remind myself that my name is not just Simpson, but DANIEL Simpson. Then, I remember that my God will judge all men according to His actions and will then require his perfect justice. I have my calling, that is not it. So while my emotions may run rampant, betraying my body of sleep at night, resisting the urge to act is not in fact doing nothing. It is staying out of the way and allowing God to fulfill the promise of my name. It is not my place; it is His.

And after these things I heard a great voice of much people in heaven, saying, Alleluia; Salvation, and glory, and honour, and power, unto the Lord our God: For true and righteous are his judgments: for he hath judged the great whore, which did corrupt the earth with her fornication, and hath avenged the blood of his servants at her hand. And again they said, Alleluia And her smoke rose up for ever and ever.

~ Revelation 19:1-3

And the devil that deceived them was cast into the lake of fire and brimstone, where the beast and the false prophet are, and shall be tormented day and night for ever and ever. And I saw a great white throne, and him that sat on it, from whose face the earth and the heaven fled away; and there was found no place for them. And I saw the dead, small and great, stand before God; and the books were opened: and another book was opened, which is the book of life: and the dead were judged out of those things which were written in the books, according to their works. And the sea gave up the dead which were in it; and death and hell delivered up the dead which were in them: and they were judged every man according to their works. And death and hell were cast into the lake of fire. This is the second death. And whosoever was not found written in the book of life was cast into the lake of fire.

~ Revelation 20:10-15

And I saw a new heaven and a new earth: for the first heaven and the first earth were passed away; and there was no more sea. And I John saw the holy city, new Jerusalem, coming down from God out of heaven, prepared as a bride adorned for her husband. And I heard a great voice out of heaven saying, Behold, the tabernacle of God is with men, and he will dwell with them, and they shall be his people, and God himself shall be with them, and be their God. And God shall wipe away all tears from their eyes; and there shall be no more death, neither sorrow, nor crying, neither shall there be any more pain: for the former things are passed away. And he that sat upon the throne said, Behold, I make all things new. And he said unto me, Write: for these words are true and faithful. And he said unto me, It is done. I am Alpha and Omega, the beginning and the end. I will give unto him that is athirst of the fountain of the water of life freely…

He that overcometh shall inherit all things; and I will be his God, and he shall be my son. And the city had no need of the sun, neither of the moon, to shine in it: for the glory of God did lighten it, and the Lamb is the light thereof. And the nations of them which are saved shall walk in the light of it: and the kings of the earth do bring their glory and honour into it. And the gates of it shall not be shut at all by day: for there shall be no night there. And they shall bring the glory and honour of the nations into it. And there shall in no wise enter into it any thing that defileth, neither whatsoever worketh abomination, or maketh a lie: but they which are written in the Lamb’s book of life.

Revelation 21:1-7, 23-27

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