I can be pretty judgmental. It’s one of my many failings. I read something about the topic a few weeks back that has stuck with me. It’s from Bruce Marshall’s novel, The Word, The Flesh, and Father Smith:
Always remember that you can’t see into other people’s souls, but you can see into your own, and so as far as you know there is nobody alive more wicked and ungrateful to Almighty God than yourself.
A helpful reminder. While we sometimes have to make calls on what people say or do, we can’t know what’s going on inside. Rather than fall into that trap, we are encouraged by the fathers of the church to point our accusing fingers back upon ourselves.
“A humble and spiritually active man, when he reads the Holy Scriptures, will refer everything to himself and not to another,” says Mark the Monk.
Seen in such a light, judgmental attitudes are really opportunities to inventory our own hearts.
Am I, for instance, demonstrating love, joy, peace, patience, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, gentleness, and self control? Likely not. And the person with work to do is me.