How To Keep It Classy


It has been on my mind these past few days.
Particularly after I received a letter from a young lady.
She was concerned about her friends, she wrote.
I was impressed by her thoughts.

But I also knew her gentle rebukes could and would offend many,
even though the love behind her words was evident.
Another young lady said,
“Keep it classy.”

I know not the context from which her words were written.
But given the timing,
it simply merged with that letter,
And I thought some more.

Then the phone rang.
It was a good friend,
our thoughts ran along similar lines.
And so I stayed up late thinking some more.

All that thinking resulted to the following…
For my friends, and all those who sometimes have to speak up:

“He who rebukes a man will find more favor afterward
Than he who flatters with the tongue.”
Proverbs 28: 23

And for others, friends or otherwise, who find themselves on the other end,

an end I know only too well,

“Open rebuke is better
than love carefully concealed.
Faithful are the wounds of a friend,
But the kisses of an enemy are deceitful.”
Proverbs 27: 5 – 6

Lastly, here’s an excerpt,

a passage I know by heart.

{Coincidentally, it’s the month of hearts.}

Allow me to introduce Anne and Gilbert.
Anne, my model of girl-hood,
of wife-hood,
of mother-hood,
of woman-hood.

And Gilbert,
who makes Edward Cullen look like a sparkling pansy.

Read on below…
It’s about finding that someone.
But mostly it’s about waiting,
and in that waiting,
growing, maturing, believing.
And when that distant day,
of which the calendar knows not,
should happen,
and that someone should come along.
You shall not be found unprepared.

“Gilbert stretched himself out on the ferns beside the Bubble and looked approvingly at Anne. If Gilbert had been asked to describe his ideal woman the description would have answered point for point to Anne, even to those seven tiny freckles whose obnoxious presence still continued to vex her soul. Gilbert was as yet little more than a boy; but a boy has his dreams as have others, and in Gilbert’s future there was always a girl with big, limpid gray eyes, and a face as fine and delicate as a flower. He had made up his mind, also, that his future must be worthy of his goddess. Even in quiet Avonlea there were temptations to be met and faced. White Sands youth were a rather ‘fast’ set, and Gilbert was popular wherever he went. But he meant to keep himself worthy of Anne’s friendship and perhaps some distant day her love; and he watched over word and thought and deed as jealously as if her clear eyes were to pass judgment on it. She held over him the unconscious influence that every girl, whose ideals are high and pure, wields over her friends; an influence which would endure as long as she was faithful to those ideals and which she would certainly lose if she were ever false to them. In Gilbert’s eyes Anne’s greatest charm was the fact that she never stooped to the petty practices of so many of the Avonlea girls–the small jealousies, the little deceits and rivalries, the palpable bids for favor. Anne held herself apart from all this, not consciously or of design, but simply because anything of the sort was utterly foreign to her transparent, impulsive nature, crystal clear in its motives and aspirations.”

From Anne of Avonlea

By Lucy Maud Montgomery

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