Outrage is easy.
In fact, it’s perhaps the easiest of all emotions because once it’s ignited, it has a habit of burning like a wildfire through all other reasonable thought.
This is especially true when the event from which our outrage stems is available on a constant video loop. When a person at his very worst — or at least what I hope was his very worst — is revealed to us over and over, constantly fanning the flames of our outrage.
Of course, I’m speaking of the recent debacle involving Ray Rice. Well, I say recent, but the dude actually punched his then-fiancee in the face in an Atlantic City casino elevator way back in February. It’s just until yesterday, most of us hadn’t seen Rice at his worst moment, we’d only heard of it.
As a society, we were outraged at the original events and the NFL’s reaction, and rightly so, but when TMZ released the video footage from inside the elevator yesterday, that outraged cranked up to eleven.
Seeing an event, actually witnessing something you find completely appalling changes things. We’re visual people like that.
A similar event took place about this time last year when Philadelphia wide receiver Riley Cooper was caught on tape dropping racial slurs at a concert.
Like Rice, Cooper was at his worst, right there in front of our eyes and available to be repeated over and over.
At the time I was hit with a thought, and as the situation with Rice spread yesterday, that thought returned.
God sees me on the toilet.
Now maybe this isn’t as quite a sensitive subject for you as it is for me. Perhaps you’re stall talker, in which case, please stay away from me in this situation if you have any desire of salvaging our friendship.
But for me, the bathroom should be a completely private occasion. Heck, I’m not even sure I like being there with myself most of the time. It’s me in my most unflattering state and I’d just prefer that no one ever know about it.
But God sees me on the toilet.
He sees me at my worst, not only in the most unflattering of places, but also when I’m in my most sinful of states.
Whether I’m slipping into some new temptation or rolling around in the same crap I’ve struggled with for years, I’m right there before God’s eyes. He’s got that visual of me at my very worst and me acting in a manner completely offensive to him.
And yet, instead of outrage, he offers me love and instead of punishment, he offers grace by taking that punishment for me.
Outrage is easy; Grace is hard.
I sure am thankful God took the hard road despite the visuals.
Perhaps it’s a path I should travel more often.