Stop.  Sign.On my way to work the other day, I was the victim of blatant mistreatment (please stop reading now if you have a weak stomach). I pulled up to a three-way stop, and noticed to my left an SUV that I had beaten to the intersection by at least a full second. Expecting the SUVtizen to adhere to the laws of the state of Tennessee, I came to a full, complete stop before moving ahead. To my shock and chagrin, the SUV continued rolling into the intersection and pulled out IN FRONT OF ME.

There was no question that I was first and had the place of honor at that intersection. I was the one who still had that toothpaste taste in my mouth because I went without that vital second rinse at the sink. I had earned the right of way, and it was being taken from me.

With my sense of justice in full gear, I began to take steps to even the scales which had been so unfairly weighted against me. I punched the gas and quickly caught up with the offender. Retribution was served up swiftly as I precisely brought my front bumper within 12 inches of his oversized back bumper. I carefully weaved to my left so that he was sure to feel the consequences of his action. After a couple of blocks of increasing my heart rate, blood pressure, and stroke likelihood, I relented (I had to turn).

My main problem here is that I am an unjust judge, an undiscerning jury, and an inaccurate executioner. I have a skewed understanding of what is right and what constitutes fairness. I create an inner illusion that ignores the same failings within myself that I severely judge within others.

I have run stop signs before. I have been in such a hurry that I didn’t mind cutting someone off to be just one car ahead in the traffic. I have burned with a simmering unforgiveness against people who have said something untrue about me. I have failed to properly apologize and seek reconciliation when I’ve hurt someone else. I have said cruel things to and about other people.

Yet I have held a scepter of judgement over others for these very things. So much for justice.

I have been listening lately to a sermon by Ruth Ann Batstone on forgiveness in which she highlights the passage in Matthew 18:21-35. It’s the story of the servant who was forgiven a great debt and yet required payment from someone else who owed him a small debt. Read through it some time this weekend and see if you don’t find yourself in that servant, too.

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  1. Justice. Yes. Good word.

    I find that, not only do I judge others harshly, but myself the harshest of all. I’ve been hanging out with Paul mostly, learning about judgment, and I love what he has to say about it, particularly in 1 Corinthians 4:3-4:

    “…it doesn’t matter to me if I am judged by you or even by a court of law. In fact, I don’t judge myself. I don’t know of anything against me, but that doesn’t prove that I am right. The Lord is my judge.

    Mmmm…how freeing to not be the judge.

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