Hypocrite. Pretty strong word there. I mean…no one wants to be labeled as one. No one wants to have that floating over their heads. The thing is…we are all hypocrites because we aren’t perfect. We can only perfect what we say. Sort of. We have this idea in our heads of who we want to be and what we want to look like. We also have this idea of what we want to look like to others because…what they think of us is extremely important. It’s how we make friends. So as people…we do this thing where we are careful what we say and do. If we don’t smoke, we can say to our friends, “Hey, don’t smoke” because they won’t call us hypocrites. If we don’t do drugs or choose to stay abstinent we can say, “Hey, don’t do drugs or have sex” because they won’t call us hypocrites. However…no person dares ever say things that they know someone could throw back at them:
“Don’t judge others”
“Don’t spread rumors”
“Don’t criticize someone before you criticize yourself”
“Don’t do this…that…with them…”
Because then people might call you a hypocrite. Because you gave them the chance. So in a way…you haven’t kept yourself from being a hypocrite..you’ve only protected yourself from being called one. Right?
If you have chosen Jesus as your savior, you have acknowledged that you are a child of God. Living in the light. Constantly being perfected through Christ as you learn and grow with him. He won’t see you as a hypocrite. EVER. And he knows EVERYTHING that you’ve EVER done. All of it.
That’s pretty crazy.
Can you see it?
What has he done? How did he get there? I bet he’s a drug addict. I bet he is addicted to heroine or meth. He deserves it. If anyone gives him money, he’ll go spend it on more drugs. More alcohol. More numbness.
But can you see it?
He’s dirty. Unclean. Not worth it…. …and that’s just on the outside. All that from looking at a picture and only a picture. I’ve never met him. Never exchanged words of kindness, or words of hate. I’ve only judged him the way that I see him. By MY standards. He can’t hear my thoughts. He’ll never know that I think this way about him. No harm, no foul. The funny thing is…there is harm in this. What I’ve just done. I’ll suffer from it. Thinking this way will actually hurt me in the end. Because it isn’t the way that Jesus sees this man. I’ve sinned. If I think this way..I probably won’t reach out to him. People become obejcts..they become mess-ups with this kind of thinking. Not people. God says to love people.
Jesus sees people differently. With GOD’s standards. Not ours. Not on our own understanding. On his. This man is beautiful. This man is lost. He is hurt. He needs help. “I wish someone would help him. I told people to help him. People that I love. People that love me. I’ve got one eye on him…and one eye on them. Won’t someone reach out? He deserves everything. I died for him. I’m waiting for him to return to me. Because I love him. I see: My son. My baby. My boy. Mine. Beloved. Beautiful. Precious. Mine. MINE. worth it. Worth dying for.”
Do you see it? God does.
Maybe we should look at people. See their emotions. See their hurt. What they are..what they do..what they’ve done..where they’ve been. It doesn’t matter. They are God’s people. Whether they know it or not.