So, I was driving across people’s lawns at 3am, blasting my car stereo and throwing trash out the window when this Karen attacked me. She was screeching something about noise ordinances, and property damage, and littering, and blah, blah, blah. The thing is, I wasn’t even driving on her lawn! She lived on the other side of the street!
I’m not hurting you, Karen! You worry about yourself and I’ll worry about me.
One of the benefits of living in a culture that hates God is I can dismiss anyone who criticizes me as a busybody. I get to do whatever I want and you can’t judge. You haven’t walked my path. You don’t know my pain. Don’t push your beliefs on me.
In this progressively wicked society, merely suggesting there are rules makes you a ‘Karen.’ This is great news for when I’m in the mood to be completely self-absorbed. I can indulge my most sinister urges and make you the bad guy for calling me out. The malicious mob will turn their wrath toward you and completely ignore my crimes. Bwahahahahahaaa!
When I see every one of my critics as a ‘Karen,’ I’ve made myself into a god. I am highly exalted and deserve only praise. This is much worse than mere idolatry. In order to keep from competing with God for the position of Sovereign Ruler of The Universe, I’ll need to do something that I absolutely hate — Admit that sometimes Karen is right.
(Luke 17:3) “So watch yourselves. If your brother sins, rebuke him, and if he repents, forgive him. If he sins against you seven times in a day, and seven times comes back to you and says, ‘I repent,’ forgive him.”
