It happened again this morning. One of the men invited a man who is a leader in a Christian organization to join our study. At the beginning he made a comment that I had said something to him, again 30 years ago, that he, half joking – I hope, did not want to hear again. I do not remember the incident. But knowing me, 30 years ago, I probably said it.
I was rebuked, by both of these incidents, albeit 30 years later. It matters what we say and how we say it. People remember. People are important. People are those for whom our Savior died. I need to speak to them with the dignity and honor they deserve as an image bearer of Christ.
I forget that all too often. God is faithful to bring those back to my attention.