Knowing When to Fight the British

Knowing When to Fight the British

I was in a seaside village in Northumberland, England with two friends of mine. A group of British drunk guys misconstrued something my friend did and started trying to pick a fight.

I’ll never forget those few tense moments. I was unsure what to do.

I think my friend assumed I would have jumped into the fray. But I’m not so sure I would have. He might have needed me to explain his situation to the cops afterward from outside a jail cell. On the other hand, if my friend was getting pummeled and I just stood by and watched I would have been a jerk of a friend.

It’s tough knowing when to fight and when to flight.

I was thinking about that situation today trying to figure out what I should have done. I thought about Jesus’ words:

Blessed are the peacemakers, for they will be called children of God. Matt. 5:9

That seems pretty straightforward. But making peace isn’t always as simple as just backing down. Sometimes peace comes through confrontation. Like confronting bullies.

I think most of us tend to respond in one way most of the time. Some fight all the time. Others back down all the time. I guess that gives you a fifty-fifty chance of responding correctly. But them’s pretty low odds for me.

This life isn’t as black and white as I’d like it. I have to constantly depend on God’s guidance to know when I’m supposed to take action and when my best action is to do nothing. That’s the essence of peacemaking I guess – seeking wisdom.

If any of you lacks wisdom, you should ask God, who gives generously to all without finding fault, and it will be given to you. James 1:15

P.S. To all my beloved British friends. I hope the title of this blog hasn’t upset you. If it has, feel free to pick a fight. I’ll probably back down because I love you guys. 🙂