My parents were in their early twenties when they became Christians. My dad was able to convert his mom and stepfather (his father died in a fire when Daddy was ten), but my mom’s parents were not as easy to convert. But Daddy kept after them–every time he and Mommy would go for a visit.
Ma and Pa didn’t take too kindly to Daddy’s stubborn and bullheaded persistence. It got so bad that my mom begged Daddy to hush and just let it go. She didn’t want her parents upset with him.
But Daddy wouldn’t hush. He kept right on. And, eventually, Ma and Pa accepted the truth Daddy was presenting to them and became Christians.
Stubbornness and bullheadedness can be a good thing. It’s not always an insult when someone tells us we are that way. They may mean it as an insult, but we might take it as a compliment. Was my father stubborn or was he patient? Sometimes the answer to that question is in the eye of the beholder.
When we think we are right about something, we have to stand for what we believe. As Tom Petty (and Johnny Cash) said in their song, you can stand us up at the gates of hell, but we won’t back down.
This doesn’t make us right in our beliefs and it doesn’t make it right for people to deliberately insult us, but I was struck with this revelation today. And the next time a sister gets aggravated with me and says, “You’re behaving just like Daddy,” I’m going to look at it in a whole new light. Daddy had his problems, but he did some things right.