Being backassward is dangerous...but let's imagine....
If today was Backwards Day, I would take all my middle-aged angst and offense, and in one glorious moment of narcissism I would use it as my excuse to say, "Ah, the hell with it. I am going to "break free" of the confining venues of church and Sundays and sermons and leadership and grow flowers."
What woman wouldn't rather do that, right?
If today was Backwards Day, I would be okay with hurting little children and all my girlfriends, and chalk it up to the fact that they just don't understand.
If today was Backwards Day, I would run right back to the law for my righteousness.
If today was Backwards Day, I would burn bridges with my own flesh and blood because they hurt me first.
If today was Backwards Day, I would be so needy of my grown children's approval, I would sell out my convictions.
If today was Backwards Day, I would back off, back down, lay back and coast because that's what the next generation wants to see....sheer jaded unenthusiasm.
If today was Backwards Day, I would love bunnies and puppies and mountains more than people. Bunnies and mountains don't have opinions that alter My Reality.
If today was Backwards Day, I would travel and buy a boat and build a barn for my Nubian goats, while giving less of my money and none of my time so that Haitian pastors can have four block walls and a few chickens.
If today was Backwards Day, I would get my chainsaw and sever important relationships and think I was all badass and brave for doing it. I would even find a morbid sense of "healing" in it.
If today was Backwards Day, I would question leadership while being completely unwilling to shoulder responsibility and lead. I would also shoot at leaders via Facebook.
If today was Backwards Day, I would think that all my friends need to show they care about me, not me show that I care about all my friends.
If today was Backwards Day, I would hate country music.
{just wanted to see if you were still with me...}
If today was Backwards Day, I would make reckless, self centered choices, and think that a few poetic lines on my blog can justify my reasoning. I might call my choice "do it, duck, and run"....yeah, that sounds Christlike, right?
Oh wait, being conformed to His image is neither here nor there, when it's all about me and my fragile faith.
If today was Backwards Day, I would feel no obligation to explain myself. Am I my brother's keeper?
That pretty much covers it. Anybody for declaring tomorrow the Official Backwards Day?
Thought not. If you think that'd just be wrong....you'd be right.
Grace and Peace,
Sheila Atchley
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