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Five Minute Friday #Common


"Don't you say that! " My mom snapped, "That's common!" When I saw this word prompt that is what instinctively came to my head.  It always does when I hear the word 'common'.
This was my mom's quick-better-get-your-act-together command to "talk like you  have some sense."
This was generally said in response to bathroom humor or anything that lacked manners.
It set a precedence and sometimes to this day I can hear her say that in the recesses of my mind.  I think its why that kind of humor still makes my skin crawl and I try to drown it out if I hear my girls engaging in it.
My mom's tone of voice changed and her very North Carolinian accent was instantly modified to one of some other unknown locale.  There was no accent, but rather a slight sense of superiority when those words came out. As if to say the phrase, "That's common!" denoted a parting with my mom's common every day voice.
Jesus commands us to depart from some common earth ways.
Jesus describes another commonality in Luke chapter 6.  "If you love those who love you, what credit is that to you?  Even sinners love those who love them.  And if you do good to those who are good to you, what credit is that to you?  Even sinners do that." ( Luke 6:32-33).
It's easy to love the lovable or the ones that love you. It's common.  Nothing remarkable there.
It's uncommon to love those who have deeply hurt you and continue to do so.
God has really shown me this truth this year.
I always knew it, but I have been asked to internalize it.
Sometimes you are most ready and able to show love to an enemy when you are an enemy.  Many times your own great need of forgiveness puts you within the right perspective to forgive others.
Here is an uncommon response Jesus gives us in response to our enemies.
"bless those who curse you, pray for those who mistreat you." (Luke 6: 28)
Matthew 5: 43-48 summarizes the uncommon response we are supposed to have.
"You have heard it said, 'Love your neighbor and hate your enemy.' But I tell you, love your enemies and pray for those who persecute you, that you may be children of your Father in Heaven.  He causes His sun to rise on the evil and the good, and sends rain on the righteous and the unrighteous.  If you love those who love you, what reward will you get? Are not even the tax collectors doing that? And if you greet only your own people, what are you doing more than others? Do not even pagans do that? Be perfect, therefore, as your Heavenly Father is perfect. 

This is a response that doesn't come easily or naturally, yet asking God to bless your enemies with abundance, health, love, peace, joy, and most of all Jesus Himself is what counteracts the darkness.  It is us saying "No" to normal human love and yes to this "perfect standard of love that God gives us.
A few weeks ago I was deeply hurt unexpectedly by a couple.  I felt like God had brought me through much this year and I was rejoicing.  When I found out the things said and actions taken I immediately coiled up in anger and felt my blood boiling over.
I admit to telling myself that night, "I will not forgive them tonight. I will tomorrow." And I went to bed angry and hurt.
The sun rose and the new day dawned and as I cleaned my kitchen I unexpectedly heard this song.
Let Love Win. 

The words in this song convicted me and immediately confronted my spirit. 
I found myself saying even if I didn't feel it, "God please bless them.  In every way. "  It was hard to say at first, but I continued to play the lyrics of this song as I washed dishes and felt something dislodge within me.  I was reminded of my own wickedness and desperate need for forgiveness and how could I ever withhold it from them? 

Letting love win is not common, its otherworldly and mirrors the perfection of God.   
Maybe you can listen to this song or let the words in Matthew curl up deep within the recesses of your heart in all of this after election muck.  So that we can have an otherworldly response to all of the word wars going on.


  1. Somer, thanks for your transparency. Isn't music powerful? God's used it to speak to my heart so, so many times. I'm glad He worked that forgiveness in your heart.

    And this line: "Letting love win is not common, its otherworldly and mirrors the perfection of God." I LOVE It. Thank you for this beautiful post!

  2. "Sometimes you are most ready and able to show love to an enemy when you are an enemy."

    This is the most profound truth I have read in a long, long time.

    #2 at FMF this week.


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