I’d always thought that, if I got life right, I wouldn’t be mocked. I’d always imagined that, if others were laughing at me, I must have set myself up for it. Asked for it.
Always I’ve believd that, if only I didn’t make such big mistakes, I wouldn’t be accused of stuff that wasn’t true. Not to my face or (more scary) behind my back.
Until yesterday.
Yesterday, Good Friday, the penny dropped. For the first time in my life, I realised that none of the above is true. Because Jesus, Who was perfect, got mocked, derided, laughed at, even spat upon – all for stuff He hadn’t done.
So: being mocked is not a reflection on me. It’s a reflection on those who do the mocking.
That is very comforting.
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