Some days, I wish that I was a better Christian. I know that God loves me right where I am at, but I wish that I was free from sin. I would love to be worthy of God everyday. I am not. I am so thankful that God loves me anyway.
Do you ever judge others? Usually, I do not, but sometimes, it sneaks up on me. In the gospel of Matthew, it says not to judge others, or you will be judged too. It says that the measure we use to judge others, will be used against us. Ouch. It challenges us to consider why we judge a speck in another person, yet refuse to see a huge plank in ourselves. So true.
I can be a hypocrite. It says to first remove your own sin, so we can see clearly and help others remove their sin. I am thankful that God forgives even me. I have no right to judge others.
Do Not Judge
“Judge not, that you be not judged. For with what judgment you judge, you will be judged; and with the measure you use, it will be measured back to you. And why do you look at the speck in your brother’s eye, but do not consider the plank in your own eye? Or how can you say to your brother, ‘Let me remove the speck from your eye’; and look, a plank is in your own eye? Hypocrite! First remove the plank from your own eye, and then you will see clearly to remove the speck from your brother’s eye.
–Matthew 7:1-5 (NKJV)
I heard this song today and felt like he was singing to me. These lyrics are stuck in my head…
“The pages of history they tell me it’s true
That it’s never the perfect; it’s always the ones with the scars that You use
It’s the rebels and the prodigals; it’s the humble and the weak
All the misfit heroes You chose
Tell me there’s hope for sinners like me”
Sing Your Praises
- Broken Things by Matthew West
LYRICS:
If grace was a kingdom
I stopped at the gate
Thinking I don’t deserve to pass through after all the mistakes I’ve made
Oh but I heard a whisper
As Heaven bent down
Said, “Child, don’t you know that the first will be last and the last get a crown”
Now I’m just a beggar in the presence of a King
I wish I could bring so much more
But if it’s true You use broken things
Then here I am Lord, I am all Yours
The pages of history they tell me it’s true
That it’s never the perfect; it’s always the ones with the scars that You use
It’s the rebels and the prodigals; it’s the humble and the weak
All the misfit heroes You chose
Tell me there’s hope for sinners like me
Grace is a kingdom
With gates open wide
There’s a seat at the table just waiting for you
So, come on inside
Embrace This Beautiful Life 