Recently there was an incident at church -- not a big deal at all, basically just a lack of tact, I suppose, and not really a sinful act at all. But the way I reacted to it in my heart spoke volumes more about my sinful nature than the "act" had about the person who was tactless.
When I heard about the incident, I didn't hear who it was, and in that instant two thoughts shot through my mind, mere synapses apart: "I'm not going to ask 'who was it?'" and "I can't believe she did that!"
Any pride I might have felt for resisting the urge to gossip was immediately decimated by the instant accusation and judgement in my heart -- of course I knew who it was! -- of someone who may not have even been the one who did it! And even if the one my heart accused was the "guilty" one, I don't know the motivation of their heart. Yes, it could have been stinginess; or there could be a legitimate reason behind it that was't obvious at first glance.
Arggggg! I hate when my own judgmentalness points its ugly finger back at my own heart!
So what can I learn from this tragic yet truly unsurprising fall from grace? The great thing about stumbling, is that it lands me on my knees, right where I should always be before my Lord anyway. Sometimes my knees get awfully sore though.
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