Under pressure it’s all exposed, the good, bad and the ugly; true colors. We all know it’s easy to hide it all when things are going well, but throw a few kinks into the mix and the curtain flings wide open. Exposing the naked truth of who we really are.
Pressure cookers scare me because at any moment they can blow, just like people. Let’s be real, we’re all living pressure cooker lives and if our faith lives aren’t rooted in solid ground we can be certain that true colors will shine through and that may not be as attractive as we’d hope. We can only hide for so long until the steam eventually rises to uncomfortable temperatures and well, we all know what happens next. Green beans on the walls or in this case uncontrolled words and actions spewed for all to see. Impossible to undue.
It’s forced into the open allright. True colors exposed. It’s something to think about before the pressure mounts. Seems I just might be due for a faith-life check.