I wrote yesterday about the power of kindness.
Today, I want to write about the power of meanness.
While roaming the halls of the hospital where my son was recovering, I overheard a patient spouting the most mean-spirited, vile opinions about immigrants to a custodian who was cleaning his room. I believe the custodian was of Hispanic origin.
Later, as Will and I chatted with a young nurse in charge of the floor, she let us know that this same patient had yelled and screamed at her for 15 minutes that same day.
Two days later, I heard him yelling at the woman who brought him his food, telling her how terrible the food was and letting her know not to bring him his dinner; he was going to get his food elsewhere.
Now, I don’t know this patient’s situation. I don’t know his history. I don’t know anything about his story.
But this I do know: it seems as if our nation has become meaner.
Our radio hosts are mean.
Many of our news channels and reporters are mean.
For Lord’s sake, the political ads over the last few months were much meaner than they were factual or helpful.
People at church can sometimes be really, really mean.
It seems as if even Christians have decided that if we believe we are right about something – something cultural, or theological or political – then we have every right to be mean about it.
When we behave this way, Dallas Willard calls us “righteously mean Christians.”
In the same measure that kindness is beautiful, meanness is ugly.
Just a few words from Philippians 2:
Do everything without grumbling or arguing, so that you may become blameless and pure, children of God without fault in a warped and crooked generation. Then you will shine among them like stars in the sky as you hold firmly to the word of life.
Shine, my friends … shine!