Not all blemishes are pimples–but all blemishes may end up being called pimples and must suffer the accusation.
It is the nature of the human race to try to simplify things down to smaller categories. It is actually one of our more endearing qualities, because when we complicate matters, we become a living comedy of fleshy error.
Such it is with the word “battered,”
I have always had great respect for human beings, but I have occasionally looked into the mirror of humanity and seen my blemishes next to those who have pimples.
In other words–without further twisting this little parable–I have watched and even counseled people who have battered other souls, and realized that some of the symptoms of their actions live inside of me, and have even sprouted from my tongue.
I can try to rationalize it; I can insist that I am so adorable, generally speaking, that I am exempt.
I can shout from the housetops that I respect women, but as long as there is one nasty chauvinist remark lingering in my brain, I must be aware that I have too much in common with the batterer.
I do not think we succeed by comparing ourselves favorably to others.
I think our true power is when we find the first seedlings of a crop of sin inside ourselves.
- I have been rude.
- I have been overbearing.
- I have interrupted.
- I have been sarcastic.
- I have been dismissive.
- And even though I have not raised my hand and struck another traveler in anger, I have used my wit and words to bruise.
Eliminating all domestic violence will not protect women until the men who would never be violent discover the ways that they still batter.
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