I can just hear it now.

You’re sitting in the lunch room at work (or any sort of similar place) and the topic turns to what you all did over the weekend.

The stories are piling up and each one tries to sound bigger and “better” than the previous one. You just sit there watching and listening and wondering.

Wondering? Yes. Wondering.

Wondering, what am I doing sitting here with people who do things and say things that I don’t find appropriate?

What am I doing even being around that kind of talk? Do I stay or do I go?

Do I stay and just sit quietly.

Or do I go? And if I go, do I go loud? Or do I go quiet?

“Hey ya’ll, I forgot that I’ve got to finish a report for a meeting at 3:00, I’m going to go get busy.”


“Hey ya’ll, I don’t know how much of what you’re saying is true, but it bothers me that you talk about __________ that way.”

Suddenly, the conversation stops. Everyone looks at you and it’s quiet for maybe 15 seconds but it seems like forever. Then one of the loud ones starts laughing.

Laughing like you just said the funniest thing in the history of comedy. Laughing because by saying what you did, you revealed to them how different you are.

And it made them uncomfortable. So, they hid it by laughing.

You slowly pack up your lunch stuff and head back to your workspace and get busy doing what you’re supposed to do.

Lunch breaks is over. The gang heads back to work. They walk right past you like you weren’t even there. A couple of them move more slowly and put space between them and the rest. They quietly stop by your space and mumble something like, “thanks for standing up to them” or “I agree with you.”

The day is over, you head home. For devotions that night, you start reading Psalm 1.

“How well God must like you—
you don’t hang out at Sin Saloon,
you don’t slink along Dead-End Road,
you don’t go to Smart-Mouth College.”
Psalm 1:1 MSG

So what college did you go to? Did you go to Smart Mouth College?

Do you hang out at Sin Saloon?

What is your Sin Saloon? It’s not the same for everyone.

But we all have one (or more). You know those places, activities, thoughts that you know aren’t good but you find them so hard to leave alone.

But you know you should.

God wants you to.

God wants me to.


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