“Oh, she’s not a Christian? But she’s so lovely, a beautiful spirit, what a waste.”
“They’re married and fertile, but they don’t want kids? Wow, how selfish. What a waste.”
“Oh, he’s gay? But look at him, he’s gorgeous, that’s such a waste!”
“She has such incredible talent, if only he used it for the church. Such waste.”
I hear these opinions, expressed in words that carry far greater weight than they bear when resting on the tongue, thrown around constantly, carelessly.
I’m guilty of expressing similar opinions on past occasions, and for this I feel shame. Shame, because these words harm, they damage, and they do so because they’re lies.
People, and their skills and talents are not a waste just because they’re not used for the purpose WE determine. They are not refuse to be ideologically discarded when they don’t fit within our value structures.
Waste means to squander, to misuse, and I’m beginning to recognise waste in it’s true form, not just in a way that appeases my ugly self-righteousness.
So here’s yet another opinion…
I believe that waste is grasping a head knowledge of Christ and His love, but never allowing it to rapture your heart, to overtake and overflow from it.
Waste is having eyes that see, but choose to remain blind.
Waste is a heart that beats to sustain life, but refuses to give it in word and deed.
Waste is having ears that hear but never truly listen.
Waste is a sharp mind that shrouds itself in ignorance, fearing that knowledge may contradict or stir up it’s stagnant beliefs.
Wasted are hands blessed with the capability of movement, yet never reach out to another’s.
Waste is a voice that chooses to speak only of it’s own need, and never the need of the voiceless.
Wasted are feet that have never gone over and above, or walked the extra mile.
Waste is choosing not to see people in light of their creator.