… I say to you, offer no resistance to one who is evil. When someone strikes you on your right cheek, turn the other one to him as well. If anyone wants your tunic, hand him your cloak as well. Should anyone press you into service for one mile, go with him for two miles. Give to the one who asks of you, and do not turn your back on one who wants to borrow. – Matthew 5
What kind of good news is this? Don’t resist? Let the bad guys have their way? In fact, give them even more than they ask? Geez!
Get real! If someone busts my chops, I’m not gonna hang around and let them do it again. I’ll fight back or I’ll leave and plot my revenge.
How do you think you’ll win by letting the bad guys have their way?!?
I remember now. That cross thing.
Surely you don’t expect me to follow that path. Surely . . . This is so totally bassackwards. I think I’ll just sit down here in the dirt and sulk. I mean, really!
Really? Can you really mean that I should give myself to abuse and let it go . . . and let it go, again? (It really does seem wrong, doesn’t it? I mean not even just selfishly foolish, but bigger picture foolish, too? Doesn’t it?)
Where are your eyes? Mine are too blind to see . . .
I have been struck across the face. Slapped silly, I guess. Help me know how I should respond. It seems so wrong …
Can you take this half-baked prayer and breathe life into it? Into me? I do hope so.
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