You're dancing with a heavyweight, dude. You're going to need more than simple jabs and uppercuts to deal with this one. seoulsearch grew up in this fighting ring.
Unfortunately you don't have any but the most simplistic fighting moves. You're never going to be able to last, going toe to toe with her.
I mean really...
You think a short, quick jab like that is going to have any effect?
You're going to have to reach way back into the Bible and deliver a proper haymaker to stagger her at all. And I've never seen you do it before, and I don't think you even have it in you.
Lol.
While I appreciate your endorsement,
@Lynx, I am by no means of any kind of spiritual significance. If nothing else, I'm just stubborn, and I apologize to
@33Michael33 for dragging this thread off the rails and over a cliff. But I am concerned about those who might not know how to stand up for themselves in these situations, and I want to let people know that you do NOT have to listen to everyone who recites Scripture to you. Sift it out for any wisdom you can glean -- but throw out the rest, such as the personal insults.
I'm just a tiny little guppy at best, but I can tell you about the times when God put me in the ring with true giants.
Inmates often told me they talked openly to me because they knew I was talking to them on my own time and on my own dime, not for the media, and not for a paycheck. And my rule for myself was, I never asked about their cases -- unless they brought it up -- because I didn't want to treat them like just another case number.
One in particular tried to use every spiritual manipulation tactic in the book. He started out by telling me I only did these things for the praise of men and not really for God. I was very young and very naive and struck to the heart. I took his letter to my mentors and asked them to pray with me that God would convict me of anything I was doing wrong. Of course, my poor mentors didn't want me talking to inmates in the first place, but that's another story.
So what it eventually led up to was him asking me for money. When I declined (believing this was from God,) he asked me "how I had fallen so far that I had allowed Satan to fill and harden my heart to refuse to help someone in need" (as the Bible tells us to do.) He told me I was refusing to obey God, because after all, he said, "If we have a need, God tells us to ask." (He would then list a page of Scripture to endorse his cause.) This guy was genius level intelligent, and I'd be hard-pressed to bet against him if he went up against any modern-day Pharisee or Sadducee.
His own lawyer, with whom I had the privilege of speaking to, told me he would have made a "brilliant" attorney on his own if not for his convictions.
Now, I knew I was up against a T-Rex. This guy was 100 times my size in every way -- intellect, Biblical knowledge, and life experience. I was a piece of chewing gum under a table by comparison. So I put his letter on my table, page by page, and PRAYED like my life depended on it. And I believe God gave me an answer.
I wrote back and said, "Yes, God tells us to ask. But He told me that in this case, asking doesn't mean you're supposed to ask ME. God is saying it means you're supposed to ask HIM."
Yes, I know that sounds like a cop-out, but I'd donated to inmates' cases before, and this situation had a lot of shady details to where I knew God was telling me, "Stand. But don't cater to him."
God taught more in that one exchange than what I had learned over years in church.
There was another inmate I used to write who was in with LWOP (life without parole) for murder, and his track record in prison included strangling someone to the point of permanent brain damage (he would have been dead if someone hadn't stopped the fight,) and nearly decapitating another with a homemade shiv (knife.) Now, I should also mention that I don't know the full context of these situations. He was young and good-looking, and it made me question myself as to what lengths I would go to in order to protect myself in a situation like that.
But he said he was a Christian and believed God was giving him another chance. I went to that prison to sit at a table and talk with him in person, because we all "know" God forgives us. But what does it look like when you've had your hands on someone to the point where you feel the life draining out of their body, then repent and believe that God has truly forgiven you?
I never judge the state of someone's salvation -- I believe only God can do that -- but I do pay attention to fruit, as God tells us to do. But I am always interested in the testimonies of people's own walks (whether real or for show -- that's for God to know,) because it greatly affects the formation of my own journey with God.
I asked God once who I should take seriously when it comes to criticism, and He said, "If someone has proven they're willing to bleed WITH you (help carry your burdens,) those are the ones you can trust."
The thing about being stubborn and strong-willed is, you tend to make friends with other (lovingly) stubborn and strong-willed people. People who aren't afraid to call a spade a spade in front of you, even if it's at your own expense. And believe me, the ones closest to me have no hesitations about doing that.
Now sure, some things and some words still get to me, of course.
But unless it's from someone who's shown they can bleed with me through the hard times, or unless they give off the same kind of energy of a life without parole inmate who studies the Bible 24/7 and knows how to pick apart every last nook and cranny of who you are and what you think are your beliefs -- most other "corrections" directly aimed at me just aren't going to catch much of my attention -- except perhaps as the center of my next joke.