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I tutor for a summer program. The first day there was this adorable little girl who was constantly calling out her classmate. I kept telling her “worry about yourself” instead of tattling.
And yet…
I complain about and secretly judge writers who spend more time whining about Mother Theresa and religion than actually contributing anything important to society. I roll my eyes in disgust when I see “religious” people talking about how much God hates their guts. About a week ago, I basically went off in two, count em two, Bible study groups back to back on how the church needs to be more actively loving and more giving.
However, on the drive back from the Bible studies, I realized how much I meet my own standards of being a “good Christian” who contributes greatly to society:
Not much.
Ouch.
If you looked up hypocrite in the dictionary, you’ll find my happy face with freaking arrows pointing towards it.
So why with the harsh judgment of others?
Maybe it’s because it’s easier to see their flaws. Or maybe it’s because it’s a heck of a lot harder to look at myself in the mirror and see what I have to work with.
I dunno.
I believe that I often forget how much grace God has given me over the years. And as I try to remind myself of this undeserved, yet unchanging grace that I am given, hopefully I can in turn show this same grace to others.
“Forgive those as you have been forgiven.”
Kindergartners can teach you a heck of a lot!
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On a dark rainy night in England many years ago, a young man tries to escape the clutches of those who want him hanged. Deep down he knows that he has committed a terrible crime. He is not yet ready to die. Faster and faster he runs throughout the city, as fast as his legs can carry him. His body shakes of fear and he becomes increasingly weary. Only his mind and his heart pushes him through “just a little further”. In the background he hears, “Stop him!” Even though his legs ache, the young man continues to run. As he looks back to see if he is safe, he trips over a pothole. The mud, water and gravel cover his face and sting his eyes. His leg is cut, blood dripping from the knee. And just as he starts to lose hope, he looks up and see the stained glass windows of a church. The young man picks himself up and heads toward the church. As he stumbles inside, he cries out “Sanctuary!” An elderly priest greets the young man and assures him that he is safe.
But heavens if a girl mentions she deals with lust….no we don’t discuss that at bible study. Maybe this goes back to the whole “girls are suppose to be clean and pure” idea that’s been around for years. I dunno. All I know is that if I see a guy who is hot, I’m most likely not thinking, “wow he must have a nice personality.”
Confession time: I have a BAD problem with lust. We’re not talking “wow, he’s an attractive gentleman,” but rather an intense desire to “get to know him” in the KJV biblical sense. Yes this is a girl talking! It doesn’t help that everybody I know is getting married and telling me that it’s “worth the wait”. Well what do I now? Sit and knit? It has become so bad at times I start fantasying about people I know and these thoughts cloud my mind and I can’t focus. There are times when I want to do nothing more than lie in bed and “let my mind wonder.” And like the black goo from Spiderman 3, it takes me over. Takes over my thoughts, my heart and my mind. And I don’t want that. I want to keep my sexuality safe for my husband (cause I’m sure not called to celibacy) so that when marriage does come along, I can think of him and only him. Plus, I’m not a big fan of the whole “it’s ok for my husband to lust after so and so. She’s hot.” I mean (and if this gets too personal I apologize) when I want my husband to make love to me, I want it be to well me. My beauty should be enough for him. I want him to think of me when we are together, not another woman. I don’t care how “good it gets”. It’s like mental cheating. But I digress. As for now, I’m taking it one step at a time.