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Wednesday, May 25, 2016

See Me


See Me!

May 25, 2016

A friend was sharing about his and another friend's depression recently. Both men had long struggled with depression. Through the years they had a daily conversations, and as they moved apart, it was most often by phone.  In the conversation in question, our common friend said, "I don't have a friend in the world."  The irony was that he had thousands of friends - including the friend on the phone.  At that moment he just could not see anything, except the enormity of the issue before him.

Such is the nature of depression.  It makes the seeing blind - to hope.  It is a wind so fierce, it whisks away words of hope and encouragement from perfectly functioning ears.  Reason is nearly gone, if not gone completely.  The onslaught of depression is merciless.  The ravages to mind and spirit are further complicated by an assault on the body.  Vitality is gone.  Lethargy sets in.  Work, play and worship is affected.  Eating patterns change.  Some eat more, others eat less.  Sleep patterns are disturbed.  Listlessness, lethargy and loss sets in.  Intimacy is no more.  Isolation sets in.  Incapacity becomes the norm.  When this state endures for longer than two weeks, the subject is likely clinically depressed.  In other words - friends and loved ones should be alerted that a state of emergency is in place.

The cry of the depressed is, "See me!" In our culture this is all too often a silent cry.

It is further complicated by the way we respond to those around us who are struggling.  Our social norms have created in us a set of rules by which intervention is perceived as intrusive, "Well, I don't know him well enough to say anything."  We are programmed for a distorted sense of politeness rather than encouraging boldness in order to save another.  We have also fallen under the spell of professionalism.  In other words, you can only do something if you are trained in that particular area of knowledge.  we also have a distorted sense of social obligations.  After the fact - after a tragedy, the cry is, "Somebody ought to do something about this!"

How about we learn to do what our ancestors did as a matter of course?  Present generations are 10 times more likely to suffer from depression than those who lived in 1945.  It is impossible for such a dramatic change to take place in the gene pool in that short of a time.  We have lost, or substituted skills our predecessors used as a matter of course.  Community for one.  Oh, there are those who would argue that community exists today and point to examples of ranches, or farms wiped out, then restored by the benevolence of neighbors.  That is compassion, but community, by it's very nature, means we belong to each other as brothers, sisters - family.  When the going gets tough, family talks through the tough times.  This is the lost skill which has become a priceless commodity.  We need to re-instill the art of communication.  It could be said that when we see another struggling, we are more likely to Google resources for depression, text another smiley face icon to brighten their day, and if talk does occur, it is likely to yet someone else, "Did you hear?"

Talk, the right sort of talk, could make some dramatic changes.  

Wednesday, May 11, 2016

Words

Words

May 11, 2016


At a conference I'm attending this week three college students are highlighted who are entered into the NextGen Preacher Search.  They each must present a five minute sermon.  We heard the first one last night.  The focus on a short, effective sermon reminded me of the story of Edward Everett.  In his day, Everett was famous for his oratory skills.  The son of a pastor, and himself a pastor, Everett turned to politics and public speaking.  After delivering a 13,607 word speech, he passed a note to the man who followed him with a 272 word speech.  Everett wrote, "I should be glad, if I could flatter myself that I came as near to the central idea of the occasion, in two hours, as you did in two minutes."  Everett's was to be the address of the day, but the ten-line jewel crafted by by Abraham Lincoln has, to this day, been known as the Gettysburg Address.

Martin Luther King 's famous speech, "I Have a Dream" is also a testament to brevity and beauty.  It is but 1,667 words in length.   A popular story these days, is that Ernest Hemingway once penned a six word story on a dare, or bet.  The authenticity of the story has been questioned, but research has shown that the short story itself may be based in fact.  It is simple and evocative.  It goes, "For sale, baby shoes, never worn."  Just six words, yet so much more.

I contend that there exists a far greater masterpiece, shorter than the examples listed thus far.  Just two words tell the story and earn it the distinction of shortest verse in the English Bible, "Jesus wept."  I pause after reading or recalling the story and ask the question, "Why?"  I have never been satisfied that the question is answered by no other than Jesus' love and compassion for Lazarus, Mary and Martha.  After all, just moments after Jesus weeps, he will raise Lazarus from the dead.  I can only imagine, but if I had possessed the power and foreknowledge of Jesus, I would probably have been giddy to quickly turn their sorrow and mourning into joy. My search has taken me elsewhere.

The years of questioning have settled on the best answer for me.  There are several other suppositions I have discounted for one reason or another.  Brevity forces me to share my conclusion thus far.  I believe Jesus wept as only God in flesh can weep when the strengths of divine love and knowledge come face to face with the frailty that is humanity.  I believe Jesus wept for the broken humanity before his eyes.  He wept for the lack of und e stranding of death, and how sin brought it to humanity.  He wept for our fear of it, our powerlessness against it, for the futility of hope for humanity because his own death and resurrection were 30 days in the future.  He wept for our weeping, our brokenness, our abject poverty of spirit, our despair, loss, pain and blindness.  I think too, he wept some for Lazarus.  He was a friend and believer.  I believe his lot was no different than the thief on the cross.  Lazarus was already destined for a better place.  I believe he wept for Lazarus because Jesus was going to bring him back to this cesspool we call humanity.  Furthermore, Jesus was going to do this to his friend for no other reason than that fools might gain faith.

So, Jesus wept as only God can weep because he saw humanity in its present form.  He wept as only God can weep because he saw the long millennia of misery.  He wept as only God can weep because he saw the future.

I wonder if he does not weep even now.

Mankind still claims blindly in the cesspool of sin and the hopelessness it inevitably continues to produce.  Yes, he has provided a solution.  Yes, there is the church to carry on his mission.  Yes, we face the future portrayed in Revelation when God will be our God, we will be his people and in which he will wipe away every tear, for there will be no more pain, sorrow nor death.

I wonder if he does not weep even now.

He also could see to the future when letters would be dictated to seven churches.  He could look to the future and still find churches to whom the letters would still make application.  Vibrant, strong, loving churches yes.  But does he weep for the love lost congregations?  Does he weep for the lukewarm, the dead, the fighting congregations and people of the church?

I wonder, does he not even now weep for his bride?  Is she not always to be full of love, Grace and perpetually bringing new children into his family?  I wonder if he does not now weep for the church's sad, six word story, "For sale, baby shoes, never worn."

Monday, May 2, 2016

Moments

Moments

May 2, 2016


Do you have a friend with whom communication is difficult?  Specifically, I'm talking about those who who are not particularly good about listening.  Generally, these individuals are poor listeners because they are always talking - completely oblivious to the fact that someone else might want to say something.  One such individual comes to mind as I write this.  Lately, the blame has been put on the loss of hearing.  Doubtful, as the issue has been in place long before any hearing loss began to take place.  

I wonder if God's communication with us is often just as frustrating - to him.  It's not that our hearing is defective, it's that our attention is defective.  For the most part, we tend to not be tuned in to God's communication network.  We may treat him like my friend treats others - we are too busy talking to listen.  Being the patient God that he is, I imagine he awaits the moments we stop talking and are ripe for listening.

The comedian, Jeff Allen, talks about one such moment, the moment when God got through because Jeff stopped talking and was ripe for listening.  It just so happened when he and his wife were on their way to dissolve their marriage.  They stopped and asked themselves what they were doing, prayed and God took over the conversation.  It changed Jeff's career, and their lives.  By the way, Jeff is known today for his comedy segment, "Happy Wife, Happy Life."

Jeff Walling, preacher and teacher, talks of his God moment through the illustration of chalk and his own personal grace circle.  Influenced by a culture of legalism, he talks of how he viewed others and determined who was worthy of heaven and who was not by way of a figurative circle of chalk.  In his circle of grace, some made it in, but many did not.  Long story short, was when he realized that his God moment came when God asked for the chalk.

Yesterday, I believe God got through as I knelt down to talk to a little girl after church services.  She is the sort of little girl everyone at church stops and talks to.  It can't be helped.  Jaylie is a living, breathing Precious Moments doll.  If the name doesn't ring a bell, just think of the little porcelain figurines of children with the big, beautiful eyes.  Jaylie is known for her precious little face and great, big, beautiful eyes.  I knelt down to talk to her, as this normally vivacious little girl was clasped tightly to her mother's leg.  A little tear hung in the corner of her eye.  As I reached to wipe away the tear, her mother explained that some event had happened in the nursery to generate the tear and the unhappiness.  Yet something else happened in that moment - that precious moment.  The verse, "He will wipe away every tear from their eyes, and death shall be no more, neither shall there be mourning, nor crying, nor pain anymore, for the former things have passed away" (Revelation 21:4).

I guess I've always pictured this verse as God wiping away the tears children and adults, but adults mostly.  I guess I've always imagined God putting his arm across shoulder after shoulder, looking at each of us face to face, reaching across the void, and wiping away the tears.  Each tear was representative of hurt, loss, injustice, war, pestilence, wrongdoing by others, anger and every sort of emotional hurt and pain we endure through life.

I'm fairly sure I've been wrong about the picture.

God does, after all, call to us as children, and refers to himself as our Father.  After yesterday, I'm reminded once again just how big he is, and how really small we are - not small in size, but in intellect, knowledge and most importantly - wisdom.  We are children compared to Him.  I believe that when we greet Him in glory, He is more likely to kneel down to our level, or lift us up as children, to soothe, calm, protect, and with an enormous finger - wipe away the tears.  I did not ask for clarification with Jaylie about the nature of the hurt.  Such things are commonplace in the world of a four year-old.  Away from parents, and left to their own devices, children are either extremely happy and caught up in play, or filled with some drama - earth shattering for the moment for a four year-old, but merely a passing drama from the wisdom of an adult.  the adult listens, soothes, and wipes away the tear.  Just being with the parent sets the world back on its axis.  Life is wonderful once again.

I wonder if God does not view many of the things we cry about as merely the drama of a child separated from the immediate protection of the Father.  As I have grown older, i have had a new appreciation for the wisdom found in the book of Ecclesiastes.  When I was younger, the book seemed cynical, hard and pessimistic.  Yet, as a youth, I was passionate about justice, politics, Christianity and a host of ideologies.  I would say that as a man approaching 60, I am no less passionate.  As a matter of fact, I believe myself to be far more passionate.  However, time has taught me that much of what man cares about is meaningless.  This does not mean that there is little worth caring about - injustices, righting wrongs and saving souls...especially the mission to save souls.  It means that our knights in shining armor are often battling windmills - pettiness, selfish goals and ambitions, words instead of true ideals, hollow threats and empty promises.  The knights we look up to have tarnished armor and straw fills their armor.  Much of what we pursue is meaningless, and we fight one another rather than the forces of darkness.

This God moment, this precious moment, was prompted by the tears of a little girl.

Wednesday, April 20, 2016

Faith and Fear

Fearaith

April 20, 2016

I've been talking to a lot of people lately - actually, for quite some time - about fear.  Their fear or fears I should add.  Some fears are well founded, but most fears just leave me wondering about faith and fear.  I should add that I have grown into my current worldview.  After all, I've been faced with a few fears.

There are fears we all face and grow beyond.  Correction, fears we all face and most of us grow beyond.  Like the fear of being called upon in class.  Some of us face that fear still on Sunday mornings, "I hope no one asks me to read Scripture this morning!"  There are fears related to performance in a new job.  There was the time as a teenager when a group of us thought we were being chased by a sea monster.  There was the time I was at the police station with my buddies and didn't want to call home for a ride - I walked.  There was the time in college when it was the middle of the night, I was driving, took a wrong turn and ended up in the seedier side of Baltimore.  I woke my sleeping buddies up and no one slept the rest of the night.

These pale to those times of gut wrenching terror when one fears for life.  Like the time when an irate customer entered our store and threatened to kill everyone.  Or, the time when I was alone with a couple of drug-crazed kids and wondered why I hadn't told anyone where I was going.  I can still vividly remember the fear as we lost control of a 24-foot fishing boat in heavy seas off of Sebastian Inlet.  But all of these are surpassed by the humbling power of nature displayed in a hurricane. I have lived through several.  Most were just near misses or did not live up to predictions.  They serve to let down your guard for the ones that change lives.  Live through something like that and you are left with deep and abiding realization of just how small and powerless you are in the universe.

It was just such a storm when Jesus inspired awe in his disciples.  The story teaches us a lot about fear, and faith.  Considering the nature of our fears today it is a lesson, and a principle, still in need of being apprehended.

 Jesus Calms a Storm
35 On that day, when evening had come, he said to them, “Let us go across to the other side.” 36 And leaving the crowd, they took him with them in the boat, just as he was. And other boats were with him. 37 And a great windstorm arose, and the waves were breaking into the boat, so that the boat was already filling. 38 But he was in the stern, asleep on the cushion. And they woke him and said to him, “Teacher, do you not care that we are perishing?” 39 And he awoke and rebuked the wind and said to the sea, “Peace! Be still!” And the wind ceased, and there was a great calm. 40 He said to them, “Why are you so afraid? Have you still no faith?” 41 And they were filled with great fear and said to one another, “Who then is this, that even the wind and the sea obey him?”
--Mark 4:35–41 (ESV)

Make a list of your fears.  Add to that your hates, for most hate is founded on fear. Read this passage after each item on your list.  I like the way Matthew structured the question Jesus asked in his version of the event.  Ask yourself that very same question, "Why are you afraid, O you of little faith?"  I would add another question - pertinent to this passage.  What fear, life event, threat, challenge, hurdle, trial, tribulation, angels, demons, authority, power, death, disease, present event, future threat, or anything in all creation (I borrowed all that from somewhere - I'm pretty sure it was the Bible) is bigger than Christ your Lord?  Imagine the discourse:

1) Unpaid bills -  "Why are you afraid, O you of little faith?"
2) Storms are coming - "Why are you afraid, O you of little faith?"
3) Our country is going belly up - "Why are you afraid, O you of little faith?"
4) The (Blank) are coming! - "Why are you afraid, O you of little faith?"
5) I might have cancer - "Why are you afraid, O you of little faith?"
6) My marriage is in trouble - "Why are you afraid, O you of little faith?"
7) We might be persecuted! - "Why are you afraid, O you of little faith?"
8) Fear! - "Why are you afraid, O you of little faith?"
9) Hatred! - "Why are you afraid, O you of little faith?"
10) The myth that anything is in my control - "Why are you afraid, O you of little faith?"

This does not mean life is promised to be idyllic, "In this life you will have many troubles."  No, the one who is for us is bigger than anything, anyone who stands against us.  The garden is promised not for the here and now, but in the new earth, the new Jerusalem.  Besides, most fears we tend to outlive.

I should mention that the sea monster was my best friend's dog.

Wednesday, March 30, 2016

Disarmed

Disarmed

March 30, 2016

"Therefore, as you received Christ Jesus the Lord, so walk in him, rooted and built up in him and established in the faith, just as you were taught, abounding in thanksgiving."  So starts this section of Colossians, chapter 2. The theme of this section could be, "Live as victors - not as vanquished."  I thought I had a pretty good handle on that concept, that is, until God used a major roadblock to wake me up to the realities of my own heart.  I found that it is easy to become overwhelmed, not by real power, but by perceived power.  In such a time, it is easy to forget that He who is for you, is greater than he who is against you.

The Bible, and the New Testament in particular, reminds us that God is GOD - powerful, mighty, sovereign, victorious, invincible, absolute, full of love, abounding in grace and mercy.  If you are on his team, he is on your team.  It is hard though, accustomed as we are to relying upon our own power, to fully trust that in the midst of tribulation we win through Christ.

Verse 8 follows, "See to it that no one takes you captive by philosophy and empty deceit, according to human tradition, according to the elemental spirits of the world, and not according to Christ."  I am now convinced that the influences of philosophies motivated by and using the tools of fear and hatred to captivate so much of the evangelical world.  Follow social media posting for a time and it becomes easy to conclude that little of Christ is represented in what is shared.  I refer not to the obvious - as in selfies in underwear - but to "the sky is falling" sort of postings.  For "super conquerors," there is a tremendous amount of fear about being conquered.  For a "kingdom not of this earth," there is a tremendous amount of fear about an earthy nation.  For a people led by an Unconquerable King, there is a tremendous amount of fear about who will lead us.  Furthermore, for a people who are to be known by their love, there is a tremendous amount of fear - even more - outright hatred of others not like us.  For people of salt and light, our talk is salty of another kind, and our light is often eclipsed by darkness.

Perhaps the problem is in ourselves.  I am speaking literally.  Verses 9 and 10 remind us, "For in him (Jesus) the whole fullness of deity dwells bodily, and you have been filled in him, who is the head of all rule and authority."  We are filled, yes, as long as we allow him in.  He is the head of all rule and authority, unless we insist on ruling our own destiny and insisting upon our own authority.  Such was the sin which cast us out of Eden, and which now bars Eden from our hearts.  It is fear that motivates such sin.  The overwhelming desire to control the uncontrollable.  It is fear and hatred which drives that insane passion to fix a world broken by the very people obsessed with controlling that which they are incapable of controlling.

Verse 15 is not just about the Sanhedrin, Rome and the ruling characters of the Passion drama 2,000 years ago.  We forget that we need to come to shame.  We all need to surrender our powerless authority to the real authority.  We all need to disarm - lay down our puny weapons of personal destruction.  It is time to be triumphant - but only through he who conquered the cross.


Monday, March 21, 2016

Paycheck

Paycheck

March 21, 2016


This verse reminds me of a lesson learned many years ago.  A new store had opened in our area, specializing in retail electronics and appliances.  Store employees included the store manager, Mike Lee, and the sales staff.  I've lost track of Mike - good Christian fellow, I wonder where he is these days.  The sales staff were paid commission.  If a salesperson was good, he or she made a lot of money.  If the salesperson wasn't good, then he or she made minimum wage for the week.  As I said, it was a new store.  We were responsible for getting it ready for opening day.  Of course this meant there were no customers - which meant no sales - which meant we were all working for minimum wage.  In other words, we didn't KNOW if we were good yet.  However, there was plenty of ego to challenge the known facts.  I'm sure someone - several someones complained.  No one likes working for minimum wage.  A meeting was called.

The district manager was there for the meeting.  I should add that he wasn't there just for the meeting, he had been around quite a bit.  This was, in fact the newest, brightest, biggest store in the chain.  I'm sure that it was his pride and joy.  I'm sure he wanted it to start out right.  It also happened to be payday.  Mike passed out the paychecks.  The district manager was finishing up his cigar.  It was not yet against the law to smoke in public places.  It was now time for the DM (district manager) to impart his wisdom upon us.  Imagine, if you will, Joe Pesci with the voice of Wolfman Jack.  Oh, and for setting recreate in your mind the motivation speech by Alec Baldwin in Glengarry Glen Ross.  The DM asked us look at our paychecks.  Check the amount, make sure that our names were correct on the pay to line.  It was then that he asked the question, "What is the name on the top left corner?"

We all answered, "McDuff Electronics."

He then started an extremely short, but very memorable lesson about paychecks, personnel, ego and a reminder about who we worked for.  It doesn't matter, he said, how good you think you are.  It doesn't matter how important you think you are.  It doesn't matter what you think your job does, or doesn't entail.  What matters is that you remember you are the employee, and the name in the top left corner is the employer.  For that paycheck, you owe the employer a job well done.  Not a debate, not a negotiation, not an attitude of, "You should be thankful to have me on your payroll," and not a speech on how the business would be run if you were in charge.  That's just the point - you are not in charge he reminded us all.  

That little lesson has stuck with me all these years.  In a much kinder, gentler way, I think Paul seeks to teach us a similar lesson in this passage.  The paycheck is written in blood.  It is guaranteed by the Bank of Heaven, and yes - just a reminder - the name in the top left corner is not yours.  We owe a lot to God for what He has given us.  The paycheck is huge, but the cost behind it is even greater.  It might be a good idea to give back to God a work ethic commensurate to the value paid.

By the way.  The egos didn't seem to pan out.  The guys who complained the most, didn't work as hard opening the store.  They were also not nearly as good salesmen as they claimed.  The guys who worked hard, sold hard and made some pretty good paychecks. 

Wednesday, March 9, 2016

"National Get Over It Day"

National Get Over It Day

March 9, 2016

Early yesterday morning I was on my way to Billings.  It's 120 miles from Lewistown, and being Montana - a relaxing, picturesque drive.  However, I was thinking I was going to be late for the start of a church member's surgery, so I might have been traveling rather quickly...even by Montana standards.  I tend to measure the Billings ride in segments; thirty miles to Grassrange, then another 45 miles to Roundup, and finally another 45 miles to Billings.  I won't say how fast I was going - I know too many people involved in law enforcement.  Let's just say the 75 miles to Roundup was a new personal best.

In our part of Montana, there are a lot of wide open spaces.  You can measure that by the absence of all things people on such drives.  There are more cattle than people in Montana.  For that matter, there are more deer than people as well.  You can drive for miles and miles before coming across another vehicle.  Which is one reason why fudging on the speed limit is so common here.  Did I mention that I was driving the church van?  Imagine if one of those cars had been a patrol car which had stopped me with "First Christian Church of Lewistown" emblazoned in large letters along the length of the van.  Actually, I did pass one heading the opposite direction, but neither of us slowed down for the other.  Yet another incentive to consider highway speed signs as "Suggested Speed" rather than "Speed Limit."  The latter sounds harsh and demanding compared to the former don't you think?  Well, these wide open spaces, with very few people along the way also means that technology is sometimes limited.  I know this might be a shock to some, but there can be gaps in cellular coverage.  Inconceivable!  Furthermore...you might want to sit down for this one...there are sometimes gaps in radio coverage between towns.  Let me explain.  It is possible.  No, better said, the reality is that you can drive for miles and hear nothing but static from your car speakers.  The seek button becomes your friend when you first arrive here.  I can see it now, the Millennials are sporting a puzzled expression.  They wonder, "Bluetooth, MP3, CD player, surely there's an aux jack?"  It's a church van - used, good condition - NO frills.  We don't live in a stone age community.  Get over it.  Well, that seek button helped me to discover KLMB - 88.1 on the FM dial in the grand metropolis (1800 people) of Roundup, Montana.  I LOVE that station.  It's only good for about 75 miles on the Billings route, but it is fun.  This is no exaggeration at all - I have heard Deep Purple's Hush, followed by Patsy Cline I Fall to Pieces, a prayer and devotional some minutes later then Three Dog Night and The Show Must Go On.  I've even been entertained by rebroadcasts of old radio shows.  Oh my, now I've got some real splainin' to do, Lucy.  Kids, when your grandparents and great grandparents sat down in their living room to relax and be entertained for the evening they listened to the radio.  They didn't have TV!  Let's wait a second or two for the younger generations to pick themselves off the floor.

Waiting....

Waiting....

I'm tempted to stop at the radio station in Roundup and try and convince them they need to catch up with the 21st century and simulcast on the web.  It's really a selfish desire.  I can't receive their station in Lewistown, and when I say I LOVE listening to KLMB.  I truly mean it.  If they were on the web, I would listen to them on a regular basis.  Perhaps you think I'm making fun of them.  I have to admit that my description makes them look hokey.  Well, I held back really.  The radio personalities are...unique for radio.  I truly do love that station.  I look forward to crossing the hill at mile marker 35 and finally tuning in 88.1.  About that time, YNOP, the Christian station out of Havre with repeaters throughout the state starts to static out.  It only happens when I drive the church van.  Our car has satellite radio.  I never know what will greet my ears when the radio is tuned to 88.1 on the FM dial.  Look at that, even my terminology betrays a past now gone.  In my youth, we turned a dial on the radio.  Now we tune, type in, punch buttons, seek and search.  I love KLMB because listening takes me back in time.  On a late night Monday night drive home, I'm taken back to a time when farmers and ranchers came home, at supper and gathered with their families to listen to actors using sound effects, voice and the art of spoken story to propel listeners to another time and place.  I love KLMB because I can listen to songs of my youth, and in the next five minutes to the songs of my grandparents' youth.  I am moved outside my comfort zone to experience, and with adjustment on my part, to even appreciate the tastes of someone unlike me.

I wondered one time, as I tried to drive, while jotting down notes about the variety of songs played by that station, why?  What would drive a business owner to do such incredible things?  But then the thought came, "How does the only radio station in a community serve everyone?"  Don't make a mistake in reading that last line.  I did not say, "make everyone happy."  There is not even an attempt to make everyone in town happy.  The politics are one sided, religion - particularly Christianity brings division by doing nothing more than entering the room, and surely folk are aggravated that they do not have an hour in which only "their" music is aired.  It finally dawned on me that the love inspired in my heart for a tiny radio station, in a tiny town in remote Montana has a mission to SERVE.  They can be admired because they attempt to serve, not placate, not make happy, not satisfy, promise, or cajole.  The politicians of our day could learn something.  For that matter, Christians, well - everyone could learn a little something here.  It reminds me of what Paul had to say to the Romans, "If it is possible, as far as it depends on you, live at peace with everyone." (Rom 12:18 NIV). 

It should be noted that Jesus served, and even He managed to get people upset.  If you remember, they had Him killed for stepping on toes.  To that segment of society, to those perpetually upset about someone, someplace, something.  There is a day set aside for such as you.  It is celebrated on March 9th each year.  It is your day, made special by you, and for you.  It is National Get Over It Day.  Oh look, today is your day!