Years ago life and faith were more black and white than they are today. Maybe I was more self righteous in those days or perhaps a simple “right or wrong” world was a much easier proposition to deal with than the complex place of multiple shades of gray. I know I have changed. I’m not talking about making a big theological shift that would shake the foundation of my faith. But the more self aware I become of my own human condition, the more willing I am to extend grace to those around me.
Life is messy. People screw up. A lot. Even people who should know better do stupid stuff. I can’t tell you how many times I’ve caught myself saying “How could he do that?” But I know how. It’s not as hard as I once thought. While I’m not making excuses for people’s sin, I would not want to be the one to throw the first stone.
I’m thankful that God doesn’t call me to be a judge. He’s more than capable of filling that role. The judging business on earth is exhausting and pointless. Trust me, I tried doing it for way too long.
Today is Sunday, and I’m going to church. Unlike some of the places where I have attended and visited, my church is filled with the broken and hurting. I’m ok with that. I’m one of them. As God continues to help me unpack my own personal “junk,” I’m going to extend to the faith sojourners along my path a hand and help them as much as I can. I hope you consider doing the same.
Are you seeing more shades of gray as you age, or is my faith eyesight going bad?