I GAVE UP LABELS for Lent. Labels on people. I know it doesn’t sound like a big thing, certainly not up to the level of sacrifice. But in February I felt particularly worn out. There were rants, big and small, from all different sides. One thing they all had in common was the lumping together of people under headings
It was like we had fallen back on a bad habit, like we had grown lazy in our thinking and in our ability to see a person behind the sticker we’d slapped on them.
Labels can be useful, yes, but in this age of serious disunity that keeps ratcheting up, I felt a strong need to step back from the fray. AND not to contribute to it.
I’m not much of a label-user (no, it’s all those OTHER people out there), so this wasn’t a particularly hard challenge, nothing near so difficult as giving up snacking, for example. Still, there were a few times I caught myself. It was good for me to see that. Also, as the weeks went along and I encountered labels in what I was reading or hearing, I found myself stopping and pondering, “Now how would I have reworded that?”
I was waiting for Easter to pass to mention this. Now you know the truth. I tend to hold things close before sharing them. I’m one of THOSE PEOPLE.