While at the nail salon yesterday my family saw on the news that there had been an attack at our local mall. We were, of course, intrigued. As it turns out, the attack did not happen IN the mall, but rather, in the mall parking lot.
Two women, while fighting over a parking spot, came to blows. In the end, one woman bit a piece of the other woman’s finger off.
Now I apologize for getting graphic, but imagine my children’s horror. This is why we don’t watch the news.
The girls were, of course, full of questions. I was appalled and disgusted.
G: “Mommy, why did the woman bite the other women’s finger off?”
Me: “Because they are low class…and they don’t know Jesus.”
My go-to response to the kinds of questions my kids ask relating to the meanness of people is: “They don’t know Jesus.” And I believe it to be true. But yesterday, in the moment, I just spit it out: Low Class.
While making dinner I started to feel a little guilty about my “low class” comment. I considered how I would feel saying the same thing about those women to my blog audience.
I confess, I regret my words. But not my feelings.
The truth is, those women acted without dignity, and that is the word I should have used when explaining it to my children. DIGNITY.
I realize this is not my usual “blog lite.” This is the full sugar (or vinegar) version of Clothed with Joy.
Yet, I believe that being clothed with JOY goes hand in hand with being clothed with DIGNITY. It means holding your head up when you have no earthly reason to. It means knowing you are loved and valued by the Creator of all things and that seeking worldly validation, in the form of your “right” to a parking spot or any other way, no longer matters.
There is Freedom when you no longer need to fight for yourself because there is One who fights for you. And with the Freedom, there is JOY.
Now that I’ve written this I discover there should be an amendment to the prayers I pray for my daughters.
Lord, clothe my girls with strength and dignity.