Shouldn’t there be grace for what lies beyond the closed door before judging others? Am I quicker to judge than to give grace?

Dearest Readers, 

My Sweet Man took me to Walmart a few days ago, I did not make it beyond the door before my haughtiness took over and I was passing judgment on those who looked different than me. The woman in her cloud covered pajamas and unkempt hair, the folks with offensive body odor whose list sent them down every aisle I needed to pass through. My good intentions to give grace and not judge faded fast.

It’s not just Walmart. How many times have you prettily sat in your seat at Sunday Worship, glancing around, passing judgment? We are the people who will greedily take grace, yet withhold it from others. We seem to have attained some higher status by showing up clean smelling, well kept and dressed in our Sunday best. We are receivers of grace. Therefore, we are grace-givers.

If not we should be. Giving grace is looking beyond the closed doors. Searching beyond what we can see. To the possible illness that sent the pajama-clad woman in search of medicine. The offensive body odor, perhaps homeless, with no place to bathe.

At first glance, I might appear inebriated, with shakes of withdrawals. If you look beyond the seen, my disease causes vertigo; the ability to walk straight has long since been gone. The shakes are not from withdrawals but from a yo-yo-ing blood pressure that never settles in the right place. The dry mouth and slurred words from brain fog dysautonomia causes. Meanwhile, I step into the door of Walmart and immediately begin to judge.

We are not the judge. We are meant to be the grace givers. We should be speaking life, whispering prayers, pouring out love, looking beyond the closed doors at what we cannot see. The cheating husband, the wayward child, the addiction, illness, hopelessness, depression, so much more beyond what we can see.

I pray for a gracious heart and in the next breath snap at a disruption. I pray for eyes to see beyond the closed doors and dirty clothes. I pray for a soul that does not judge. And still, I fail.

“Do not judge, so that you won’t be judged. For you will be judged by the same standard with which you judge others, and you will be measured by the same measure you use. Why do you look at the splinter in your brother’s eye but don’t notice the beam of wood in your own eye? Or how can you say to your brother, ‘Let me take the splinter out of your eye,’ and look, there’s a beam of wood in your own eye? Hypocrite! First take the beam of wood out of your eye, and then you will see clearly to take the splinter out of your brother’s eye.” Matthew 7:1-5 (CSB)

Father, I pray for a heart that sees beyond the dirt, the odor, to the broken spirit in need of grace. I pray for a soul that graces as You have graced me. I pray for a heart that loves big in hard places, and a heart that loves the unlovely. Amen! 

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