Except when people claim to be a Christian and don’t live like one, I’m pretty good at not being judgmental. Last weekend however, at the grocery store I caught myself in a situation where my thoughts were less than compassionate. Truth told I probably even crossed into judgmental and self-righteous. I was troubled and convicted when I realized how critical I was being and how not compassionate my heart can be sometimes.
I’m not sharing the details of the story for 2 reasons: 1, I’m still struggling with my assessment of the situation, I continue to want to think I was right and justified in my judgment. And 2, I’m afraid that most of you (at least many) would agree with me and might even tell me I am completely right in how I handled myself.
At this point though, I don’t even care if my actions were right or wrong. My concern is that my first instinct was one of critique and not care. That’s not a road I want to go down. I don’t want a critical hard heart of stone. I want a compassionate soft heart of flesh.
Lord help me to see others through your eyes and not my own. Help me to be Your servant and not just self-serving.
1 comments:
So... you didn't tell the story. I kinda feel like this was a crazy cliff-hanger.
Lovin' your display of self on this blog though. You never know when it'll pay dividends.
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