Two different men. Two similar incidents.
One acts with class, the other without.
I don’t care how many degrees you have. I don’t care how black you are. I don’t care how many times you have been mistreated in your life. I dont’ care if your perception of an incident is correct or incorrect… Tantrums are still childish and spoiled. Arrogance is still arrogance no matter what name it wears. No matter what it looks like, and no matter what cause it claims. How about a little class? How about the fruits of the Spirit? How about adopting the attitudes of Jesus, who, though it cost Him his life, NEVER fought viciously, or profanely for his rights.
Galatians 5:22-23 “But the fruit of the Spirit is love, joy, peace, longsuffering, gentleness, goodness, faith, meekness, temperance: against such there is no law.”
How about Paul’s call to love, no matter what
1 Corinthians 13: 4-8 “Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It is not rude, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres.”
I mean what if your claim to fame is that you are a rock star? What if the law falsely detained you and you were a rock star? I mean what if? What if you weren’t even trying to get into your own home and let’s just say you were out walking in broad daylight in a run down neighborhood, just looking at houses? Say some punk female cop (who doesn’t know you, or your legend) thinks you look suspicious and hauls you into the back of her squad car just cause you were walkin’ down the street?
I mean, THAT might be cause to react, right?
But you know…. he didn’t.
He was amazing: kind and understanding, not screaming about his rights. (“Don’t you know who I am!?“) He could have. Certainly he could have, and we would have understood. Instead, in wisdom, he chose to diffuse the situation. He was cordial riding in the back of the squad car. Sympathetic even to the young girl’s ignorance…perhaps even reveling in this refreshing anonymity. Perhaps. Or perhaps it is a testimony to his character. The character of this man who has continually and eloquently fought for the rights of all misrepresented, disadvantaged and falsely accused human beings- the poor, the male, the female, the black, the white…..( he saw no color, only justice and injustice, right and wrong). With pen and heart he spoke louder than most- and with more impact, and often without a degree of any kind. He never tried to draw attention to himself because of his accomplishments. In fact he shunned it. The names: messiah, prophet, he laughed at. The media, he scorned. Knowing the motives behind.
I suppose all the great heroes of yesterday, and all the men of character, are exiting stage right….
I pray for heroes like this again, without agenda or pride. Without arrogance or tantrum.
How amazing it would have been if the professor had gone quietly, meekly in testimony to a greater love…beyond this world. How brilliant it would have been, and how sweet when they found out who he was, and the mistake they had made (that he was indeed the owner of the house, and a Harvard professor at that!) THEN that which he fights for, and says he believes in, could have been evident to all. But sadly, he didn’t take that route and sadly, he lowered himself, his testimony, and his impact.
And this is what the children have to look up to today. They are taught to admire and imitate this kind of behavior. It’s not helping any you know. It only perpetuates the hate. Heaven help us all.