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Walk a Mile...

Sometimes we judge.

Incorrectly. Quickly. At the expense of accuracy.

I have to acknowledge my own shortcomings. The mirror is a little bit clearer.

How many times have we seen a “church member” at the club? How many times have we caught a “Christian” doing something immoral.

Certainly. It has happened. And it will continue to do so.

Our reactions (particularly if we are not church-goers) are usually condemnation, ridicule and the typical “hypocrite”. There are very few times that we give a positive review.

What we don’t usually think about is the journey; the journey that has brought that person to that particular place and time.
Becoming a Christian or a believer, or whatever title does not instantly grant you some type of superpower to prevent you from slipping and falling.

When we hear a Christian say cursing, do we ever think about what they may have been doing last year this time? This person may have been doing drugs, robbing old ladies, voting for George Bush, popping it for Pimp AND cursing.

So through their journey, God has given them the strength to whittle that list down to just cursing. We are all works in progress and that progress is not usually advertised to the public. It is a private trial that binds us each individually to the Spirit.

We never know what a person has been through, been over, or been around. So we must not be so quick to judge what a person is doing today because they could be progressing significantly and not simply forsaking the high moral standards that we think they should have.

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