Following the rules is so high school, grow up already

My name is Wendy and I am not a rule-follower. I just discovered this about myself. Call it an epiphany. All these years I thought I was a person that lived according to the rules. But no.

Don’t get me wrong. I don’t go around looking for rules to break and havoc to wreak. I’m not a rule-breaker, per se. Just a rule-expander. I don’t like to be hemmed in by the rules.

I should have realized this in high school, when I got busted by the shop teacher for not having a pass in the hallway. Why did I need a pass? I was a student government representative, an officer in my class and a straight-A student. How could he question by right to be in the hall without a pass? Didn’t he know that people like me don’t break the rules? We expand them.

A hall pass, that’s for the other kids. The untrustworthy kids.

Mr. shop teacher, wherever you are, I apologize. You were right. I was in the wrong. I’m sorry.

Of course, that incident didn’t change the high school me. Just made me mad. I wrote some letters. Really showed them. But today it still speaks to me. Shows me the truth about me: I have always liked to use the rules for my own ends. Show me the boundaries – fine – but wouldn’t it make more sense to modify here and here?

Face to face with Christ himself I would probably offer a bit of advice about some updates needed to the scripture text.

Go ahead. Call me out on this if you want to. But I’m pretty sure that Christ would engage this conversation. No judgment. Because He knows that negotiation is what I need to find the line between fair and foul. And His ultimate patience allows me to keep searching for it. His great love for me knows the comfort I will feel when I find it.

But step one is admitting I have a problem. I’m not a rule-follower.


About wlebolt

Life comes at you fast. I like to catch it and toss it back. Or toss it up to see where it lands. I do my best thinking when I'm moving. And my best writing when I am tapping my foot to a beat no one else hears. Kinesthetic to the core.

Posted on May 9, 2013, in Body, Mind and tagged , , , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 3 Comments.

  1. I am, however, a Christ-follower. Thank goodness He takes a relational approach to following the rules.

  2. I love discovering new stuff about myself like this. I realized I was a rule expander when I was in the middle of an emotional affair and not sure how I got there. Ohhhh right…the rules.,,

    I have always discovered that the closer I was in relationship with Christ, the more sensitive my conscience to what made him sad. For me now, its not about the rules, that’s not why I walk the narrow road. I stay and walk because that’s where he is and where I want to be.

    I started a new blog and would love to have you follow me. I love how open and honest you are about life. It’s at

    • Thanks Hiddin. I always love your insights 🙂 and will be happy to come by your place. Following each other is part of the path, isn’t it?

      Ironically, it seems that God purposed my rule-expanderness. Walking along the fringes is where I seem to be most at home. I get in trouble when I figure that I am a middler and presume everyone sees it the way I do. The edge may be where I can see the truth best about myself, but it’s also where I can invite others in. Maybe like the edge of the pond: see my reflection in the pond on my left and can invite those on my right in for a swim 🙂

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