Eggshells.
We were all on eggshells this morning. Three of my children woke up on the wrong
side of the continent and were doing their due diligence to disrupt the
peaceful morning that I was determined to have.
This is becoming an all-too-familiar scene: out of diapers,
out of potty training, and out of biting, I have entered, “bickering”. Bickering, backbiting, and selfishness. There are days that I feel like I could trade
my blouse for a black and white striped shirt and blow a whistle all day long,
calling foul after foul and assessing penalty after penalty. I grow oh-so-weary of it. I am sometimes weary of it before I even get
out of bed! The inmates are attempting a
hostile takeover of the asylum, and I wrongfully at times feel powerless. I reach for the referee outfit in reactionary
posture, and forget that I am really the coach.
Today it was a Pharisee-fest. I had four little Pharisees, tooting their own
horns, calling out law violators, no one listening, not one sign of honest
repentance in sight. Any schedule
progress had ceased.
I didn’t just have Pharisees. I had judges.
So we sat down to morning Bible story. I am again, grateful and humble, and thankful
that God meets me in the chaos. He meets
in real time, when I need Him, and when my kids need Him. When I first
started doing Bible time with my kids, I believe that I was the one
reaping the most benefit. And while that
feeling still holds true, I now can see that He is giving my children exactly
what they need, too.
Although I wanted to pounce all over Philippians 4:8 because
I had heard one too many “jerk!”’s and “it’s not fair!”s, and did talk about
that with them later, the Spirit was gently nudging me over to Matthew, to the
words of Jesus. To “judge not”.
“Judge not, that ye be
not judged. For
with what judgment ye judge, ye shall be judged: and with what measure ye mete,
it shall be measured to you again. And
why beholdest thou the mote that is in thy brother's eye, but considerest not
the beam that is in thine own eye? Or
how wilt thou say to thy brother, Let me pull out the mote out of thine eye;
and, behold, a beam is in thine own eye?
Thou hypocrite, first cast out the beam out of thine own eye; and then
shalt thou see clearly to cast out the mote out of thy brother's eye.”--------Matthew
7:1-5
I had the opportunity to serve on jury duty in December of
this past year. A juror is able to hear
all of the evidence. She is educated in
the requirements of the law, and the stipulations under which she can decide
innocence or guilt. As a collective group, the jurors reach a verdict. They are
expected to do so and are charged with deciding honestly and justly. But
the execution of punishment is up to the judge.
Why? Well, the judge
has also heard all of the evidence.
There are additional facts in a case and facts about a defendant that
judges have and jurors are not privy to. But probably most importantly, the
judge is the expert in the law and what it requires as a penalty.
I can see behaviors in our world, and when supported by
evidence and by knowledge of God’s commandments, can render a verdict. But I am not the one to issue the
penalty.
God is a perfect judge.
He has intimate knowledge of each of us which we don’t have of
ourselves. He knows our motives, our
weaknesses, our hurts and fears, our desires.
He knows where we have been, where we are, and where we are going. He has a perfect, all-encompassing viewpoint
of the circumstances of each and every person who has ever, or will, live.
With a log in my own eye, my vision is distorted. When I want to be the judge of my Christian
brothers and sisters, I want to elevate myself to be like God. Not only can I not see them fully or me
fully, I have a huge log in my own eye: pride.
As long as that pride remains, I will never see clearly. I will operate out of a distorted view of
others, and will accomplish absolutely nothing for the Lord. I will be as a “clanging brass or cymbal”,
offensive to all and blind to my own hypocrisy.
I will not sow, and therefore will not reap.
And when I judge the world-----not being a juror, but being a JUDGE------and
executing the punishment of not sharing
the gospel because I feel like I have
been offended by their actions toward me, or just by their sin in general------how
can I possibly be keeping His commandments?
“If ye love me,” He said, “keep my commandments.” How can we follow the Great Commission as a
judge?
No------we must follow it as a servant. After all, we aren’t the ones who are being
offended. God is, and He is the one who
wants us to go unto the broken and the sin-sick and share His love. (I realize that Paul said that the saints
shall judge the world, and shall judge angels, in 1 Corinthians 6. But that “shall” tells us it is for a future time.)
When my children judge one another by using cross words or
other acts of retaliation, do you know who gets judged? They do.
They are judged and punished for
their retaliatory deeds. If they would
worry about correcting their own character flaws, they would be happier, more
humble, more grateful, and we would have a more peaceful, joyful day. They would accomplish so much more by
working together!
Sisters, what would our churches look like if they were
filled with servants of one another, instead of a Supreme Court? How much love could we pour out onto this dying,
desperate, hurting, sinful world? How
much more Jesus would they see?
I would love to tell you that the bickering ceased. It did for a time, most of the day in fact. We had an opportunity to confess the logs in
our own eyes, myself included. We went
around the table and complimented one another, some begrudgingly, others
willfully.
Sometimes as a mama I have to remind myself that I am mainly
a servant, and not a judge all of the time.
I can judge my children’s behavior, and I am expected to and to act
accordingly. But the heart matters are
left up to the Lord. I inform, I train, and
I pray for, but the work in their hearts is God’s work to do. I have to trust that the wisdom they get from
me, that I get from Him, will be like my Brussels sprout seeds-----buried deep,
with all the right elements in place, but waiting on a whisper from Him to get
moving.
Love to you all-----
Sandra
