Over at Matt Walsh’s blog:
http://themattwalshblog.com/2013/09/04/jesus-christ-is-not-mr-rogers-2/
I am constantly slammed with “You need to be nice. It’s nice to be important, but it’s more important to be nice. Play nice.” And the litany of platitudes marches on.
When I stand up for myself and refuse to be a doormat I am suddenly unChristlike and need to repent.
The adversary I know would have me roll over and play nice.
The Christ I know taught me I am worth fighting for, after all, He died for me.
The Project: Me by Judy 
Christ wasn’t “playing nice” when He told off and the Saducees and Pharisees, knocked down the tables of the moneychangers, etc., etc. Sometimes playing nice isn’t the healthiest response.
By: Mary on September 5, 2013
at 4:07 am
Yes.
By: Judy on September 5, 2013
at 6:23 am
Reading some of the comments was fascinating. I know we all read the same words but the spin on it can be so different. We were taught to be nice to our abusers. The expectation was to say thank you to those that hurt us more. If we objected to how we were treated, we fell under condemnation of not being ‘nice’. Never was it considered what was done to us as not being nice. It was only our actions that were criticized. Hugs. Loved the article….I am seeing a post of my own in this one. 🙂
By: weareonebyruth on September 5, 2013
at 6:33 am
Exactly what I was thinking. I look forward to reading your post.
By: Judy on September 5, 2013
at 6:48 am
Interesting reading, especially all those comments. The attacking and angry ones always sorrow me a bit, as they miss the point. Nice is such a mediocre and bland aspiration. Like happiness. Love is not always nice. Demonstrating love, I must at times cause pain and discomfort to others. As a mother, I must do this daily to teach responsibility and good health. I must deny them extra dessert and give them vaccinations and enforce bedtime. As a wife, I ask tough questions and ask Hubby to look inside, express difficult emotions, and to grow with me. Growth does not happen without criticism, feedback, and guidance. My therapist is often not nice to me, forcing me to look at terror and examine it. My father was often nice to me, when he wasn’t being an abusive monster that is. My mother is always nice. Always. Never taught us anything except how to be nice – or how to appear nice.
By: rootstoblossom on September 5, 2013
at 7:43 am
Yes. Nice wasn’t really so nice. I often find comments intriguing and revealing.
By: Judy on September 5, 2013
at 9:12 am
We can be fair. We can be honest. We can bite our tongues when necessary. But being a doormat isn’t being Christian. I’m convinced of that.
By: PJ on September 9, 2013
at 8:40 am
Me, too, but it sure took me a long time to figure it out.
By: Judy on September 9, 2013
at 8:57 am