Judge Not

I find it interesting that the people who have inflicted the most pain in my life were supposed "Christians". It astounds me that people who are supposedly under the control of the Holy Spirit are even capable of being as judgemental, self-centered, and disrespectful as they are. It is no wonder that Christians have a bad rap. It's funny that people think they even have the right to judge others, because outside a court of law, they don't. God warns us not to, telling us that we will reap what we sew, but people don't listen. It makes them feel good to look at someone else and point out everything that's "wrong" with him or her (and subsequently everything that's "right" with them.)

" ...but in humility consider others better than yourselves." Phillipians 2:3

"You, therefore, have no excuse, you who pass judgment on someone else, for at whatever point you judge another, you are condemning yourself, because you who pass judgment do the same things." Romans 2:1

"Do not judge, or you too will be judged. For in the same way you judge others, you will be judged, and with the measure you use, it will be measured to you." Matthew 7:1 & 2

"Let any one of you who is without sin be the first to throw a stone." John 8:7

Fudge

I'm not happy with myself today.

I'm not happy with anyone or anything else for that matter. I'm just flat out discouraged. Frustrated is a good word. Disgruntled with a hint of self-pity. Yes, that's it. Why is it that part of the multi-faceted human condition is seemingly constant disatisfaction??? I hate that thing that is inside of me that, no matter how much I feed it, is never quite full. "All the labor of man is for his mouth, and yet he is never full." Ecclesiastes 6:7 Is it greed? Or did God put it inside of me in order to ensure that I wouldn't stop until I completed my pre-destined journey here on earth? Some might call me a snob, while others would say I have high standards. Does that make me stuck-up or someone with discriminating taste? I little of both I fear...

Today is Memorial Day. I feel like I spent the day having a pity party, until I tuned into the news and was reminded of WHY we have Memorial Day. Here I am moaning about what I need and what I want and what I don't have, when there are families who will never see thier sons, daughters, brothers, sisters, fathers, and mothers this side of eternity. I make myself sick. Which brings me back to the human condition. No matter what we have, we're never satisfied. We always manage to find something wrong wherever we are in our lives. Somebody's died, someone's dying, we're not making enough money, our car is too old, our house is too small, we're fat, we have wrinkles...

Thinking about all this makes me anxious to check out of this life (Motel 6), and check into the next (Plaza Hotel, NYC).

Until next time...