Explosion: 1. A violent or destructive shattering or blowing apart of something. 2. An expansion in which energy is transmitted outwards, like a shock wave. 3. A sudden, often vehement outburst. 4. A violent bursting as a result of internal pressure.
“My dear beloved brothers and sisters, pay attention to what I say and understand this! Everyone should be quick to listen and hear, slow to speak, slow to take offense and slow to become angry. For a person’s anger doesn’t produce the kind of life God wants – it does not promote the righteousness that God wishes and requires.” (James 1:19-20)
Everyone remembers the Warner Bros television cartoon show with the Road Runner and Wile E Coyote. Every scene there was the tick, tick, ticking of the inevitable bomb, the fuse that always burned towards an eventual blow up (in Coyote’s face), and the various other methods (usually involving TNT explosives) to try to blow up the Road Runner! It was, without doubt, my favourite cartoon as a kid! I used to love the Road Runner’s “meep meep” as he foiled the Coyote’s explosive plans yet again!
Today I was at the receiving end of someone else’s explosive moment. Today someone lit the fuse and before I even had a chance to hear the tick, tick, tick, the explosion let rip – right in my face! And let me tell you, it wasn’t a pleasant experience. I was rattled. The tears threatened to fall every time I thought about the confrontation that had occurred even hours later.
Today a woman became totally unglued and verbally abused me for the “attitude” I was supposedly demonstrating towards her.
For a moment, as I stood there, I was almost stunned. Was this woman seriously having a go at me?! Usually (I’m ashamed to admit) it’s the other way around. I’m the one that gets flustered, upset, angry and then explodes. And then later I cry and shame myself for not acting more patiently (Godly) in the heated moment.
As a nurse, for privacy reasons I can’t go into the details of what happened but the details aren’t important. What’s important is how this incident made me feel. And how it caused me to stop and consider how it must feel for other people when I become unglued and explode.
Until reading Lysa TerKeurst’s book “Unglued” I’m not sure I’ve EVER considered what it must feel like for other people when I explode and blow apart and transmit all my violent negative energy towards them. How must other people feel when I allow the fuse to ignite and spiral out of control towards them? What must it be like for other people when I explode in their face? How does that other person feel when they hear the tick, tick, tick and know what’s about to come next?
How sad that in all those unglued moments throughout my life I’ve never even considered how the other person must feel.
“Raw emotions won’t sit quietly awaiting further instructions. They’ll move – outward if we explode…”
Today’s experience was a perfect example of why I am doing this study – I realize now I don’t want to make others feel the way this person made me feel.
I know we all make mistakes. The Bible tells me that. James (James 3:2,7) says “if we could control our tongues, we would be perfect and could also control ourselves in every other way…(but) people can tame all kinds of animals but no-one can tame the tongue.”
No-one that is, except God.
So my prayer will be: “Set a guard over my mouth God and take control of what I say. Keep watch over the door of my lips” because I don’t want the internal pressure inside of me to build up to such a point that I explode. I don’t want to be that unglued explosive person any more.