Posted by: rosanneromero | June 17, 2016

Love Your Crooked Neighbor

Love crooked

For a few days, I sat and sulked in an invisible corner and scrutinized people. I said stuff like
“Why on earth are they like that”
“That one — a royal know-it-all”
“And that one? — a half-baked Christian that one is”
“That one there is a busy body”
“This one here is a hopeless gossip”
“This one? So so phony.”
“This one? Always highlighting her virtues”
“And this one is so kind to the poor, but unkind in the family circle”
This one? A back stabber”

And as if to give me a slap, I get this reading for the day Luke 18:11:
Once inside the temple, the Pharisee stands and prays this prayer in honor of himself: “God, how I thank You that I am not on the same level as other people—crooks, cheaters, the sexually immoral—like this tax collector over here. Just look at me! I fast not once but twice a week, and I faithfully pay my tithes on every penny of income.”

Doesn’t it bug you when the Lord speaks up like that to you? Ugh.

I’m every bit a Pharisee.
I am the pot calling the kettle black.
I see other people’s blind spots but I don’t see my own.
I possess shades of the colors I see and criticize in other people.
They’re crooked. But so am I.


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