The other day one of my friends posted that quote on Facebook, and I knew I had to watch the movie Tombstone.
Now, I just watched it like a week earlier, but that didn’t matter. I had to do it again.
And so I did.
As we were watching it, David said that he couldn’t believe how much I like that movie. But I do. There’s just something about it that drags me in. If I come across it as I’m flipping through channels, I will stop and watch it.
Even though we have it recorded on our DVR.
And during that scene where the Earps and Iceman are walking down the middle of the street, heading for the corral? My heart seriously pounds.
What makes the whole thing a little odd is that I generally don’t like movies set in the Old West. I don’t drink or gamble. And I’m a pacifist.
Yet I love the movie Tombstone.
I know – it is strange.
But that’s not the only contradiction in my life.
I don’t wear makeup – never have – and I’m not too concerned over my appearance, yet every five or six weeks I buy a special box of “stuff” at the grocery store and I “yellow” my hair.
I love to read and I work as a writer, yet I also seriously geek out over math problems.
I strictly monitor what type of music my kidlets can listen to, yet I know more lyrics from Marshall Mathers than I will ever admit.
I pretty much live in track pants and hoodies, yet I keep up to date on fashion trends.
I firmly believe in a mostly organic, real food diet, yet if given the chance I would eat an entire package of Double Stuf Oreos.
I love movies based on Jane Austen and Bronte sister novels, and I am very familiar with the Julia Roberts, Drew Barrymore, and Kate Hudson masterpieces, yet I can also hold my own in a Star Wars quote contest.
I love the beach, sea air, and sand in my toes, yet I live in the mountains.
And on, and on, and on.
Yet all of those contradictions don’t really make that much of a difference in my life. I mean, sure, I might raise some eyebrows, David never knows what he’s going to get when it is my turn to choose a movie, and I’ll never let my mom borrow my iPod, but it is nothing too difficult. Or life altering.
But there is one contradiction that does change my life. And challenge me every single day. Usually several times every day.
See, I love to argue. I love to debate, I love to rant, and more than anything I love to be right.
And I don’t really care what it is about, who I am arguing with, or even if the person is aware that I’m arguing with them. (Seriously – I’ve had some pretty heated discussions with Joe Buck over the way he calls football and baseball games – and I always win those arguments because, well, he’s on the TV and not in my home.)
Sometimes I want to debate intense, important issues, and sometimes I will get all worked up over things that really don’t matter in the least.
So where does the contradiction come in?
In a verse that has been haunting (fine, convicting) me for a while now:
“If it is possible, as much as depends on you, live peaceably with all men.” – Romans 12:18
So what does that mean for me? How does it alter my life several times a day?
It means that I don’t comment on some Facebook posts. It means that I don’t write some blog posts. It means that I avoid watching certain TV shows because all they do is get me in the mood to fight. And it means that I hold my tongue, walk away, or intentionally choose to err on the side of grace.
It also means that I go back and erase comments that I wrote in anger. I unlike posts that will stir up strife. And I apologize when I realize I’m fighting just to fight, or I’m arguing just to argue.
Near the end of Tombstone after Iceman (fine, Doc Holliday) has his final confrontation with the cowboy, he takes off his marshal badge and says, “My hypocrisy goes only so far.”
And maybe that’s why I like the movie – especially his character – so much: because I can relate.
I realize I am a hypocrite in a lot of areas, but I am trying to change it.
One step at a time. One less argument at a time.
And maybe one less Oreo cookie, Eminem song, or violent movie at a time.
See you soon.