SMIRKERS

Have you ever met someone who clearly didn't care for you? They may not know you. They may never have had a face to face conversation with you, but when they do, it's like a stink bomb has been set off during worship. Their smile is strained. It pulls at the sides of their mouth and creates on their face: a smirk.

smirk  (smûrk)

intr.v. smirked, smirk·ing, smirks

To smile in an affected, often offensively self-satisfied manner.

n.

An affected, often offensively self-satisfied smile.

 The "smirker" looks at you like they can't believe you're wasting their air. They may politely answer your questions and respond to your statements...but there won't be any depth happening. Your conversation with them will be forced to dwell near the surface as if it is gasping for air. Any attempt to move closer will result in a polite diversionary tactic and a "goodbye."

I imagine that Jesus experienced that awkward interaction on a daily basis. Perhaps the folks who disliked him didn't even try to hide their discomfort. The Bible describes the outright, hostile mocking, of this guy who was just trying to offer compassion, hope, and healing to everyone he met.

I have a few of those smirkers in my life. When they see me coming they either hide, avoid making eye contact with me, ignore me if there is someone else with me, or smirk. That's what they do when I catch them off guard. They curl up their lips like the Grinch overlooking Who-ville with a dastardly idea. It drives me nuts. It sometimes leaves me feeling sad...or hurt.

Jesus smiled back at the smirkers. He looked past their discomforted dead eyes and embraced them with humor, or a challenge, or a direct question regarding their behavior. He did not let the "smirk" keep him from his mission. He did not let the "smirk" deny him the opportunity to share some Good News with the folks who, for whatever reason, did not feel comfortable in his presence. He let that be their issue, and he held steady with his issues.

I'm going to try and deal with the "smirkers" in my life more like Jesus did. I'm going to stop avoiding them for the sake of my own comfort, and just go up to them (even if it means hopping over a few chairs to catch them), and say, "hello." I'm going to engage them on my terms and say what I need to say. Who knows, maybe I'll catch them on a good day. Maybe the Spirit will be moving between us and they'll actually listen to something I have to say. Maybe I'll be able to figure out where their discomfort comes from. Maybe we'll get to dive a little deeper for my persistence.

Maybe they'll just get better at hiding from me when they see me coming.

--todd