"I was wrong"

I don't believe there are 3 more difficult words to say in the English language. It doesn't matter how you say it, fast, slow with a British accent, when those words come out of your mouth they leave a bitter taste. Maybe that's why we have such a hard time admitting when we are wrong (that didn't even feel good typing it). But alas being mere humans we are all called upon at least one time in our life to say those dreaded words.

So I write this today to let you know "I was wrong" (nope still doesn't taste good). I am not going to tell you about what I was wrong about because that is irrelevant to this story. I was sitting  in my anger  and righteous indignation, when suddenly I realized I had been the one wrong when for the longest time I thought I had been right.  I quickly became upset with myself knowing that I had spent a year being upset at a perceived injustice that was not an  injustice after all, it was only an injustice in my head. 

As humans why do we fear being told we are wrong and why do we go to such great lengths to cover up that we are wrong? Must be that original sin thing that has been handed down from generation to generation. Remember what happened in the garden nobody wanted to be wrong and take the blame, they played the fun game of pass the buck. Adam said "That Women" Eve said "The Serpent" the Serpent said "What were we talking about". 

I now realize that I spent too much time and effort to appear right and not enough time listening and understanding what was actually happening. My quest to be right had blinded me to the truth and reality of the situation. It was a hard and valuable lesson to learn, provided I actually learn something from this and don't fall back into thinking I am always right.  At least for now I understand I was wrong in this situation, that's right, I said it, I was wrong (Nope still doesn't taste any better).

I'll never be wrong again I promise

Pastor Steve