Correction: (n) punishment intended to reform, improve, or rehabilitate; chastisement; reproof.
Perhaps there is only one standard for evaluating quality in a human being.
Smiles are too easy—especially on a frowny day.
Prayers can be memorized.
Political promises, forgotten.
Wedding vows dimmed by passing time.
Devotion—merely an emotion.
Faith overwhelmed by doubt.
Love choked by jealousy.
There are moments when human beings appear to be worthy of the brain that finds home in our skull and the spirit that was breathed into us by the Divine. Then disappointment turns us into our darker selves and we reveal just how childish our inner children truly are.
But there is one way to tell if someone has weighed the values of life and discovered what is gold.
Yes, what am I going to do when it is necessary for me to receive correction?
Because it will happen.
Not only are we imperfect, but we are also capable of practicing to perfection and because of fear and intimidation, performing ineptly.
Correction is necessary.
Correction is what allows us to do what the animals are incapable of achieving—repent and learn.
How do we handle correction?
Do we become resentful?
Do we become defensive and start explaining how we are misunderstood?
Do we point fingers and blame others for the shortcoming?
Do we lie in an attempt to create a different history?
Do we pretend we don’t hear?
Or do we hear and go out and pretend it doesn’t matter?
Correction is mandatory.
Correction is less painful when it’s received in silence, and the corrector doesn’t feel the need to pound home the point.
I am human—I hate correction.
I hate it so much that when it comes my way, I listen very intently, to make sure I absorb the truth that will protect me from being corrected in the same way ever again.
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