What would Jesus do? The phrase became popular a few years ago when our youth were encouraged to use it to help them with decisions about sex, drugs, and alcohol. My problems, and my decisions, are usually a bit more mundane, but I still found myself repeating the phrase Saturday night during a gospel concert we attended. It became my “calming mantra”.
We went to the Nazarene Church to hear The New Plainsmen. One of the members is a local boy, Brent Gordon. Great group, great music, great experience…except…except the woman behind me kept singing, loudly, off key, in my ear! She also talked during the prayer, fussed at her child (who left her seat at least five times), laughed loudly and talked to her husband throughout the entire concert. My first instinct was to turn around and glare at her. Then that annoying little reminder popped into my head. What would Jesus do? The answer came just as quickly- He would love her. He would be just as appreciative of her singing as he was of Brent’s or anyone else’s. He would forgive her for talking during the prayer and understand her concern for her child.
I hate it when He’s right. I was still annoyed, but not angry. I didn’t turn around or glare. I enjoyed the concert and was blessed by the experience. Oh, I’m not perfect yet. As soon as we got to our car I asked Gary, “Did you hear that woman behind us?” He had heard enough to know she was singing, but not enough for it to bother him. (He’s been losing his hearing for years.) I let it go. Didn’t fume about it all the way home. Didn’t talk about it the next day. Just let it go. Except for this. Except for a lesson learned…WWJD?