Hi all. I apologize for how long it has been. I’ve been insanely busy with school. In fact, right now, I should be reading the last 60 pages of a biography on Andrew Jackson and then starting the 5 page paper I have to write over it. Did I mention that it’s all due tomorrow at 12:30?
All right…I know that as Christians, we’re called to be compassionate and merciful to others. But that definitely doesn’t mean allowing ourselves to be taken advantage of. We have to draw the line somewhere. The Bible teaches “tough love” in a few places, such as the “spare the rod, spoil the child” proverb. But how do you know where compassion and mercy end and tough love begins?
I guess I’m looking for Biblical reassurance that I’m doing the right thing by not giving someone my notes. Last semester, a girl in my French classes missed around 3 weeks. When she got back, the professor volunteered me to help her out. She came over and told me an elaborate story about why she’d been missing class, as well as her elaborate life story. I thought that some of those things could happen to one person, but it didn’t seem likely that all of those things would happen to one person. This semester, the same girl is in my French class. This time, she’s missed 7 weeks of class, only coming to take her midterm. It has been discussed that there’s really no way for her to pass the class at this point. Anyway, she called me this morning, asking for help. After making a quick call to the professor, I told the girl that she should talk to him.
I avoided her today in class by constantly being involved in conversations with other people. And I feel a little crummy about it, but I was worried that I wouldn’t know the right way to handle it if she asked me point blank to my face for help. It’s not as though she said my name or said something directly to me and I ignored it; I just made sure I was always otherwise engaged.
Did I do the right thing?
My roommate is another source of aggravation, but a good friend challenged me to go this past weekend without talking about my roommate. I thought that was interesting because I don’t usually talk about my roommate with my parents. Anyway, I didn’t talk about the roommate this weekend and I felt really good. I’m thinking of making it a standard practice over the next 25 days.
That’s all for now. I need to work on that biography. Hopefully things will soon calm down and I’ll be able to write more regularly.