I realized something Wednesday that has probably already occurred to everyone else but me, but play along, okay?
Not everyone gets it.
Now, I’ve known, in the academic sense at least, that there are plenty of morons out there who don’t get it, but I kinda assumed they were choosing to ignore the plain and obvious truth about how the world works. After Wednesday, I think there are really people out there who just don’t get it…at all.
I watched my close neighbor’s house burn to the ground Wednesday. I stood by, helplessly, watching them mourn the loss of everything they own. Thankfully, no one was injured.
I picked up her kids from school, and sat with the principal as we explained why they couldn’t go home — why they had to come to my house for the next 7-10 hours. When the parent’s finally called to retrieve their children, I explained how the discussion in the principals office went.
“We told them everyone was ok, it was going to be ok, mom and dad were safe, but that they couldn’t go see you for awhile…” I went on and on, stumbling over the words I was trying to somehow infuse with sympathy and love. Behind the mom and dad were another couple — friends of theirs. The man standing behind started hollering at me.
“How can you say everything is ok!? Their house is gone! Their stuff! Everything! So what if they all got out alive! They may as well have died in there! Everything they own is gone! What will they do now, huh!?”
“Anyway,” I went on, trying to ignore him, “the kids were only concerned about you. Once they knew you were alright, they calmed down quite a bit.” Mom and dad were in tears once again, but they scooped up their kids and sobbed out quick thanks before leaving for their hotel.
It was at that moment I realized it. That guy didn’t get it. He actually didn’t get it. He wasn’t pretending or anything. He really didn’t get it. He could certainly use a little of the Holy Ghost in his life, of that I was quite certain.
That got me thinking about a whole bunch of other people in my life — people I had assumed were just being purposefully dense. My cousin who once tried to lure me to a strip club two months after both of us got married. An old neighbor who would laugh at his wife’s tears. A friend who decided that the pursuit of money and power were more important that God.
They really didn’t get it? Did my cousin really think it was ok to stuff ten dollar bills…well, you know? Did my neighbor really not recognize the pain he caused? Did my friend actually think her warped words were the right course of action?
But just as quickly as my thoughts turned to all these people in my life, they turned once again. To me. What don’t I get? What am I too blind to notice? Where are my fatal flaws that are obvious to all around me? Am I being purposefully dense, too?
Ether 12:27 — And if men come unto me I will show unto them their weakness. I give unto men weakness that they may be humble; and my grace is sufficient for all men that humble themselves before me; for if they humble themselves before me, and have faith in me, then will I make weak things become strong unto them.
So, now I’m praying for Moroni to be right. I’m also praying that it won’t be too painful.
I’ve got a lot of weaknesses.
Having them all shown to me might not be good for my health.
But I want to get it. Moroni promised I could. Bring it on.
What do you get? What don’t you get? Do you even have any idea? How do you deal with being shown?