I've mentioned before how much I like Glee. It is one of my staple weekly shows that I just can't stand missing.
But let's face it. Most people don't watch that show for the suspense or thought-provoking plots. People watch that show for the music and teenage drama and laughing at plot holes and continuity issues.
Until tonight, that is.
In approximately 44 minutes of screen time, we saw a former closeted bully get harassed, attempt suicide, survive said attempt, his former bully victim comfort him in the hospital, the worst bully of them all try and blackmail his competition and then turn out to have a soul and raise money at a singing competition to support victims of bullying, two teenagers about to get married, and a girl get T-boned in a car crash texting while driving.
The flow may not have been stellar, but I'll just say this: This show has never broken my heart more.
I know what it's like to be bullied. I know what it's like to be that depressed. I know what it's like to feel like you're going to be an outcast forever and feel like there's no point to living your life. No, I never attempted suicide, but I definitely thought about it. However, if I hadn't had Matt, that last sentence would probably be different. So yeah, I get it.
I wanted to reach into that television and just hold Dave (the guy who attempted suicide). I wish I could tell him that as cliché as it sounds, life really does get better, and that there are people who love him. How my life was so painful and now I'm surrounded by true friends that would do anything for me. And then it made me start thinking about all the real life kids who hit Dave's point every single day and don't survive. About all of the stories I find online of 13 and 14-year-old kids killing themselves because of people who tell them they're not worth it.
I hate to sound like a PSA, but why can't we all just be nicer? Especially Christians. A LOT of the kids who bullied me were kids I was in my church's youth group with, and I really wanted to ask them (and their parents, who weren't much better) if they really thought that Jesus would tell them to discriminate and make someone else feel worthless and "less than." Would Jesus tell them to tell people to burn in hell for being gay? Would Jesus tell them to call an overweight kid names? Would Jesus tell them to tell the nerds to kill themselves because they don't have lives?
You know the answer: No. Jesus would sit down with the gay kid, the overweight kid, the nerd and have dinner with them. He would let them know they are loved and have worth and that they MATTER.
I don't mean to sound like I'm preaching. I'm guilty of this, too. In fact, I was guilty of it yesterday. Not this harshly, but I was getting really annoyed by a girl in our Water Aerobics class and thought some pretty hateful things. And frankly, I'm ashamed of myself. I have to be better.
Jesus died for me. He died for you. He died for all of us. Our job as Christians isn't to shove Him down everyone's throats and tell them our way is the only way to live or they're going to die a fiery death in the pits of evil and that's where they belong unless they agree with us. Our job is to love everyone and to tell them of a Love that is so much greater than all of us.
Everyone is worthy of love. Even the people who are mean to you. They're still worthy of it, too. Because they're human and they sin and they might be dealing with something you have no clue about.
We may be Christians, but we are no better than the Muslims, or the Jews, or the atheists. Our faith doesn't make us perfect; our faith makes us seem perfect to the One who created us. Our faith doesn't make us success stories; it makes us forgiven for our failures.
At least...that's how I see it.
What doesn't kill you makes you stronger. Cliché, but also true.
This second one, it's just for fun. :)