Field of Daisies

Responding to Hate

I have a confession to make. Yesterday I yielded to temptation. You see, I had received a couple of comments on this blog from some very angry liberals who had been offended by my husband's outspoken views on the current presidential race as stated on his own personal blog. These venomous comments to my blog were not only unsolicited and uncalled for, they were personal. They attacked me for my views, without even knowing what my views are, and they even went so far as to put words in my mouth, so-to-speak, attributing viewpoints to me that were completely offensive. These comments were filled with hatred and anger, and I felt violated. Initially I thought my husband's blog linked to mine, thus explaining how these people located me. That not being the case, they apparently had gone out of their way to track me down. This awareness added to my feeling of having been violated.

So in response, I blogged about the presidential race and the all-elusive truth regarding Mr. Kerry's Senate voting record. I did my research then posted my findings based on a Democratic web site which gave conclusive evidence of Mr. Kerry's affiliations with various liberal groups. This evidence was enough to convince me of the kind of character Mr. Kerry possesses, and I thought it sufficient to allow those findings to stand on their own, with only minimal assessments from me.

However, after I posted that blog, I experienced that all-too-familiar "check" in my spirit -- you know, the one that says, "Hmmm...Maybe I shouldn't have done that." Subsequently I got distracted and forgot about the entry until this morning when the "check" returned. I knew deep down I needed to delete it. There was nothing inherently wrong in my stating my findings or my views. I think the reason the Spirit urged me to delete my post was because it did not do anything to serve Him or His purposes. It did not help to heal the rift between the Liberals and the Conservatives in this country. It did not prove one side right and the other wrong. And it did not portray the heart of God within me to the hurting masses that are incapable of seeing the wrongs of this dark and despairing world.

My "quiet time" this morning reminded me that because Christ gave His life for payment of my sins, and because of His victory over death for my sake, my life is not my own. As the Scripture says,

So, the post has been deleted from my blog. I'm not sure how to be Christ to those who despise the cross and all it stands for, but I do know what is counterproductive to that end, and for me, because I am His, I joyfully choose to yield to His ownership.... I am not my own, indeed! I can think of nothing better than knowing I belong to such an awesome God and Savior!