Stop judging according to outward appearances

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         We are told in the Bible to

John 7:24 King James Version (KJV)
 Judge not according to the appearance, but judge righteous judgment.

Yet how many of us have interrupted someone and started shooting off at the mouth before they were done saying what needed to be said? How many of us have seen posts being shared on social media and commented on them based off the title alone, only guessing what is in it?  I know that I am guilty, but I now realize the depth of my error.
I posted a video on Facebook yesterday featuring two Christians, and a man who recently renounced his faith. After watching the video, I believe that deep down inside that he is really a troubled Christian rather than an atheist, after all, he still WANTS CHRISTIANITY TO BE TRUE. But this particular person wasn’t really the reason that I shared the video, many people have endured a crisis of faith where they needed someone that understood the issues to talk to. The two guys that he was talking to did. I felt that everyone could learn to allot from their conversation.  Instead, they spent their time judging the state of this guy’s heart.
This made me so cranky I almost deleted my Facebook account (a lot of other things were happening too.) I turned snappy so the people in question may have had their day ruined too. If they didn’t want to watch the video they should have just scrolled on passed without judging something that they know nothing about.  It may mean a considerable reduction in how much we post, and how much we respond to, but I highly suggest we spend less time sharing and more time making sure we know what we are sharing, instead of guessing about the content.

This is the video that I shared.

 

God is not your Grandpa

Many people had Grandparents that they were able to visit at least a semi-regular basis. Your Grandparents then probably started trying to catch up on all the loving they wanted to give you while you were apart, which included expensive or too many toys, way too much sugar, letting you leave your spinach on your plate, by the time you came back home your parents, no matter how much they missed you, secretly dreaded bringing you back home. The reason for this is that your grandparents had spoiled you rotten! Many kids favorite phrase for weeks afterword was “But grandma and grandpa let me…!”. Your grandparents could afford to spoil you, your parents could not. If you didn’t eat properly most of the time, you would not grow up to be healthy, if you got all the toys you wanted all year, you would never learn the value of hard work and a dollar. or even appreciate Christmas or your birthday. If they said yes all of the time, you would not be able to handle it the first time your boss said “No”…
If by some circumstance you had to live with your grandparents permanently, instead of your parents they would have to start treating you like regular parents pretty quickly, or you would not succeed in life.

Many people seem to think that God is more like a Grandfather, rather than a father. Name your blessing and claim it, just like you did with Grandpa. However, he is our father. He gives us rules, because he loves us, and knows what would happen if he gave us everything we want. We would be spoiled rotten! We have all seen or heard of kids that grew up in the lap of luxury, with few rules or expectations put on them, who never heard the word no. Many of these kids stay kids well past their 18th birthday and are objects of ridicule to many. God knows that a huge portion of us would end up the same way if he gave us everything we want. He does not want us to be objects of ridicule, he wants us to be responsible adults who work for his kingdom. So he isn’t a Grandfather that lets us name it and claim it.

When we are with him in Heaven we will be mature enough to handle a grandfather in heaven 24/7 but not now.

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Where Is God When It Hurts? by Philip Yancey
A book that every believer should read. If you are not facing hard times now, you will at some point. If you have already read this book, it will make the tough times a bit easier to bear.

Was Hitler a Christian? Is Nazism similar to Christianity? | WINTERY KNIGHT

One of the strangest things I have heard from atheists is the assertion that Christianity is somehow connected to the fascism, such as the fascism that existed under Adolf Hitler. Two posts by Jewish author Jonah Goldberg from National Review supply us with the facts to set the record straight. Let’s start with the first post. Here are some of the points:1) Hitler wanted Christianity removed from the public squareLike the engineers of that proverbial railway bridge, the Nazis worked relentlessly to replace the nuts and bolts of traditional Christianity with a new political religion. The shrewdest way to accomplish this was to co-opt Christianity via the Gleichschaltung while at the same time shrinking traditional religion’s role in civil society.

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The love of a child

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We were the only family with children in the restaurant. I sat Erik in a high chair and noticed everyone was quietly sitting and talking. Suddenly, Erik squealed with glee and said, ‘Hi.’ He pounded his fat baby hands on the high chair tray. His eyes were crinkled in laughter and his mouth was bared in a toothless grin, as he wriggled and giggled with merriment.

I looked around and saw the source of his merriment. It was a man whose pants were baggy with a zipper at half-mast and his toes poked out of would-be shoes. His shirt was dirty and his hair was uncombed and unwashed. His whiskers were too short to be called a beard and his nose was so varicose it looked like a road map.

We were too far from him to smell, but I was sure he smelled.. His hands waved and flapped on loose wrists. ‘Hi there, baby; hi there, big boy. I see ya, buster,’ the man said to Erik.

My husband and I exchanged looks, ‘What do we do?’

Erik continued to laugh and answer, ‘Hi.’ Everyone in the restaurant noticed and looked at us and then at the man. The old geezer was creating a nuisance with my beautiful baby. Our meal came and the man began shouting from across the room, ‘Do ya patty cake? Do you know peek-a-boo? Hey, look, he knows peek- a-boo.’

Nobody thought the old man was cute. He was obviously drunk.
My husband and I were embarrassed. We ate in silence; all except for Erik, who was running through his repertoire for the admiring skid-row bum, who in turn, reciprocated with his cute comment.

We finally got through the meal and headed for the door. My husband went to pay the check and told me to meet him in the parking lot. The old man sat poised between me and the door. ‘Lord, just let me out of here before he speaks to me or Erik,’ I prayed. As I drew closer to the man, I turned my back trying to sidestep him and avoid any air he might be breathing. As I did, Erik leaned over my arm, reaching with both arms in a baby’s ‘pick-me-up’ position. Before I could stop him, Erik had propelled himself from my arms to the man.
Suddenly a very old smelly man and a very young baby consummated their love and kinship. Erik in an act of total trust, love, and submission laid his tiny head upon the man’s ragged shoulder. The man’s eyes closed, and I saw tears hover beneath his lashes. His aged hands full of grime, pain, and hard labor, cradled my baby’s bottom and stroked his back. No two beings have ever loved so deeply for so short a time.

I stood awestruck. The old man rocked and cradled Erik in his arms and his eyes opened and set squarely on mine. He said in a firm commanding voice, ‘You take care of this baby.’

Somehow I managed, ‘I will,’ from a throat that contained a stone.

He pried Erik from his chest, lovingly and longingly, as though he were in pain. I received my baby, and the man said, ‘God bless you ma’am. You’ve given me my Christmas gift.’

I said nothing more than a muttered thanks. With Erik in my arms, I ran for the car. My husband was wondering why I was crying and holding Erik so tightly, and why I was saying, ‘My God, my God, forgive me.’

I had just witnessed Christ’s love shown through the innocence of a tiny child who saw no sin, who made no judgment; a child who saw a soul, and a mother who saw a suit of clothes. I was a Christian who was blind, holding a child who was not.. I felt it was God asking, ‘Are you willing to share your son for a moment?’ when He shared His for all eternity. How did God feel when he put his baby in our arms 2000 years ago?

The ragged old man, unwittingly, had reminded me, ‘To enter the Kingdom of God , we must become as little children.’

If this has blessed you, please bless others by sending it on. Sometimes, it takes a child to remind us of what is really important. We must always remember who we are, where we came from and, most importantly, how we feel about others. The clothes on your back or the car that you drive or the house that you live in does not define you at all; it is how you treat your fellow man that identifies who you are.

This one is a keeper.

‘It is better to be liked for the true you than to be loved for who people think you are…’ Amen!

From the Facebook page of Kimberly Anne Bradford