I’ve recently connected with a distant cousin. Extremely distant. We share a direct ancestor who fought in the civil war. My cousin descended from our ancestor’s son and I descended from our ancestor’s daughter. My cousin is from D.C. and I’m from Georgia. Today we conversed, and he asked me a question. My response? “Yes, sir.” He replied, “Please, call me Stan.”
The conversation quickly went south.
Southerners use the term sir more frequently than we drink sweet iced tea. The rule is, every male is a sir. Every female is a ma’am. Today I found out how engraved this rule is in my brain. I called Stan sir three more times in that phone call. Though he graciously overlooked it, my words could have become offensive.
We’re all guilty of offending someone. Conversely, we’ve all been offended. The solution to offense is to humble ourselves, pray, and ask the Lord to guard our hearts and direct our speech.
“Let the words of my mouth and the meditation of my heart be acceptable in your sight, O Lord, my rock and my redeemer.” ~ Psalm 19:14
~ Jericha Kingston