Planks and Specks
"Be ye therefore merciful, as your Father also is merciful. Judge not, and ye shall not be judged: condemn not, and ye shall not be condemned: forgive, and ye shall be forgiven... Can the blind lead the blind? shall they not both fall into the ditch? The disciple is not above his master: but every one that is perfect shall be as his master. And why beholdest thou the mote that is in thy brother's eye, but perceivest not the beam that is in thine own eye? Either how canst thou say to thy brother, Brother, let me pull out the mote that is in thine eye, when thou thyself beholdest not the beam that is in thine own eye? Thou hypocrite, cast out first the beam out of thine own eye, and then shalt thou see clearly to pull out the mote that is in thy brother's eye."
I got to attend the Sunday service at an idyllic little white washed congregational church, set among autumn leaves, in southern Michigan yesterday. It was an almost perfect little church. There were squiriming children next to their grandparents in the front pew, and the pastor posts his home phone number in bold letters at the front of the bulletin (the same pastor took we, his faithful former students out for lunch and martinis afterwards.) His point in the sermon that struck me was as follows: "we spend a lot of time worrying. When we have finished worrying about ourselves, we worry about others. And yet we do not worry about other people's worries- their illness, their car payments, their mortgages. Instead, we choose to worry about their faults." Pause to reflect...