Two Thinking Friends wrote that they were “deeply disturbed” (which I took to mean “hurt”) by my June 30 blog post. Certainly, I did not intend to hurt anyone, but unfortunately, sometimes we hurt people unintentionally.
Three Episodes
In reflecting upon
hurting people unintentionally, I soon thought of the following three episodes
that I remember with some chagrin.
1) Part of my
July 10 blog post was about Magic Eye pictures, and I mentioned how in the
1990s I used such pictures in sermons a few times—and I remember one such time
with some embarrassment.
As the guest
preacher at a Japanese church, I talked at some length about magic eye pictures
and had some on hand to show during the sermon and for people to look at
afterward.
After the service, a
woman came up to me and said that she was visually impaired (=blind), so she
was not able to get much out of the sermon. I was embarrassed that I had
unintentionally hurt her by not realizing that there could be someone present
in the service who was unable to see.
2) This month I have
read the slim and powerful book The Cry of the Poor (2010). In the first
chapter, author Eduard Loring quoted all four verses of Edwin Arlington
Robinson’s powerful poem “Richard Cory.”
One Sunday at Ekron
[Kentucky] Baptist Church, which I served as pastor while a seminary student, I
taught the teenage boys’ Sunday School class, during which I read “Richard
Cory” to them.
You can read all of
that poem here, but the last two lines say, “And Richard Cory, one calm summer
night, / Went home and put a bullet through his head.”
Just as soon as I
read that last line, I realized that I had “goofed”: not long before, the
grandfather of one of the boys in the class had committed suicide by a
self-inflicted gunshot. I had potentially, but certainly unintentionally, hurt
the boy in my class
Even though that
incident was nearly 60 years ago, I still remember it with some chagrin. It is
embarrassing when we hurt people unintentionally.
3) Back in the 1990s
when I was the part-time pastor of the Fukuoka International Church in Japan,
one Sunday in December I was preaching about the great joy of the old couple Zechariah
and Elizabeth when John, their first child, was born in spite of their old age.
In talking about the joy of John’s
birth, I mentioned how happy my oldest daughter and her husband were when after
several years during which it was uncertain whether they would be able to have children,
Kathy gave birth to a fine baby girl. They named her Katrina Joy.
During the sermon, one young woman got up and left,
seemingly upset. After the service, I found her outside, and she was still disturbed.
Why? She said my talking about people being joyful at the birth of a child made
her feel very sad because she was an unwanted child—and that made me sad.
Three Suggestions
1) Try to be sensitive when speaking to a group, realizing
that there are many people who harbor hurts that can be exacerbated by
insensitive remarks.
2) Try to speak with political correctness as much as
possible, seeking to be aware of the feelings (and internalized hurts) of those
who are BIPOC (the acronym that stands for Black, Indigenous, and [other] People
of Color), LGBTQ, or any other discriminated-against group of people.
We don’t hear quite so much about it now, but “political
correctness,” as I wrote in my 2/19/16
blog post, when used positively “describes the attempt not to use
discriminatory or demeaning language about other people, especially about those
who are ‘different’ from the one speaking.”
3) Don’t let fear of unintentionally hurting others curtail
speaking a “prophetic” word when needed. Sometimes the attitudes, words, and
actions of our friends and acquaintances, as well as our own, are injurious to
groups of people such as mentioned above.
If our friends or acquaintances are offended when we
advocate for the well-being of individuals in such groups, shikata ga nai.*
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* Shikata ga nai is an oft-used expression in Japan.
It means “it can’t be helped.”



