Last night I was standing in my kitchen and I heard a really loud noise outside. I automatically assumed it was some kind of animal getting into our trash (happens all the time.) A couple minutes later our neighbor texted my husband and told him that the people across the street backed into our mailbox with her car and completed destroyed it. The people across the street from us are well.... Let's just say that there are lots of customers coming in and out all day and all kinds of special deliveries unloaded in the middle of the night. Their visiting clientele is the reason we don't let our kids play in the front yard by themselves. Anyway, you get my point.
We walked outside to check out the damage and here comes the girl who did it. Right away I start judging her. She smelled like alcohol, was wearing nothing but a bikini, and seemed totally out of it. She was in a rough state, however she came over to me and was very nice and extremely apologetic. At first I didn't really have much of a response to her because in my head I was thinking that she was just a strung out, dumb girl, who should make better life choices and not drive her car under the influence. Then God just dropped one word in my heart.... Mercy.
Who the heck do I think I am?! I realized right away God was trying to tell me that it is not my job to decide how people should live their lives. I realized that if I am going to call myself a Christian then I better start acting like one and start loving people, all people. You see, me and that girl are no different. I could have been her. There were times in my life where I was her. While my issues might have been different than hers, to God it's all the same. He loves her the same as he loves me, and he wants to save her life like he did mine. I want to live a life of helping people, but if I can't even start with my neighbor what makes me think that I can help anyone else?
Right when I heard that word mercy drop into my spirit I changed my tone. I talked to her, I joked around about the stupid broken mailbox with her. God shows us mercy, so what makes me think I have the right to hold anything against this girl? It is just a dumb mailbox anyway. Maybe God was giving me the opportunity to befriend and help this girl, and I almost ruined it by being a jerk. The last thing a person like her needs is another person judging them. I want to be an ambassador for Jesus, and the bible says in John 3:17, "For God did not come to condemn the world, but that the world through Him might be saved." Jesus didn't come down to earth and start judging everyone, telling them how horrible they were and that they needed to change, he gave them good news. He was light and hope and salvation.
I think we as Christians tend to get on a holy high horse and start to think of ourselves as being better than everyone else because we don't do some of the things that other people do, but that is wrong. We are not saved by what we do, we are saved by what Jesus did for us. He did it for me, but He also did it for the girl across the street. I am not better than she is, but I do have the answer to her problems... Jesus, He is always the answer! I should be eager to help her, not quick to judge her.
What about you? Do you find yourself constantly putting yourself above others because of the things you do, or don't do? Comparing yourself to people around you? I admit, I am guilty. From now on the only person I want to compare myself to is Jesus.
This silly little mailbox episode kept me up last night doing some real soul searching. It humbled me. While God still has lots of work to do with me, I know that I don't want to be a judge anymore, but rather a light in this dark world.
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“The harvest is great, but the workers are few. So pray to the Lord who is in charge of the harvest; ask him to send more workers into his fields.” Matthew 9:38