I fall into it so easily. I judge. The cover tells me everything I need to know about a person.
Today, we were blessed by ringing bells for the Salvation Army. I am continually amazed at the people who give and shocked at the people who look angry we are wishing them a “Merry Christmas.”
It is so easy to let you mind go as the people walk by.
Those people will give.
Those people will smile.
Those people will hurry by with their head down like you can not see them, since they can not see you.
I found myself judging the prospects, and I looked at a young man. He was pierced and tattooed. He had gauges in ears. A “punk” with ill-fitting skinny jeans.
“He won’t even look our way.” I said to myself, and went back to the bell ringing and song singing.
Ten minutes later the “punk” came by on his way out. He nervously walked up to me while fidgeting through his bag He pulled out a Hershey candy cane full of Hershey kisses and said “This is for your kids. Merry Christmas.”
I wanted to cry. How dare I? I don’t want to be judged by my pudgy- middle-age-house-wife look, and yet, I do the same.
I am so thankful that God is merciful to me, and allows me to see just why I am not in control.