I made a difficult decision the other day. One of my co-workers tried organizing a late birthday party for me, despite the fact that I didn’t want one. Originally it was a ploy to get me drinking, later it became an excuse for a social event (still with drinking involved), and in the end it was probably manipulative.
Generally, I have a hard time saying no to people. Women in particular. But, after considering the damage that could be done to my witness, I personally told this person I wouldn’t be attending the party. It was received poorly, and as of yet I’m receiving the silent treatment. Such is life.
The reason I say the decision was difficult is not because I’m inclined to drink. I’m not, and my resolve on that issue is second only to that of Superman being better than Batman (which is unshakeable, but not nearly as relevant). Anyhow, it was difficult because it meant giving up an opportunity to be the semi-center of attention and make people laugh. That’s something I enjoy, to my shame.
I’m not sure what kind of fallout I’ll endure for this decision, but I’m thankful to God that He gave me the strength and conviction to just say no.