This (paraphrased) comment came from a pastor/friend of mine last week. My response? “What about all of those manipulative, cheating, sexually sinning televangelists out there? How dare you get up in the pulpit every Sunday.” (Yeah, I could work on my subtlety!) My friend nodded in agreement, but I could tell that he still wasn’t sold on the topic choice.
His response reminded me of how entrenched our worldviews can sometimes be. They say we need to stereotype in order to make complex realities more perceptually palatable. Once we’ve labelled or created a category for something or someone, we can then take the box we’ve put them in and mentally store it away. Carrying the true complexity of all persons and things for what they really are would result in a kind of cognitive chaos… or so they say.
I think this is a tendency that we need to fight if we’re ever going to rightly discern God’s good in a created thing. We need to hold a more open-minded stance – struggle with the dissonance, embrace the grayness – and give enough benefit of the doubt to allow God’s truth to present itself.
So, where’s God’s truth in a landlord then? I could use your help on this. If you’ve got a true landlord story – good or bad – share it as a comment below. God’s goodness in a landlord can be discerned either way; via positiva or via negativa.