This line gets snickers from my boys because they have their own seasons of squabbles. And isn't that really what we all struggle with? Seeing the fault in others, who are really our kindred?
This is usually the monologue running in my head:
Wow, has he gained weight.
Her kids are so wild.
She is always complaining.
He is just strange, what's wrong with him?
and on and on and on
What if I had a heart that did not judge and only saw with eyes of love?
Not that all my negative judgements would turn to positive ones--- what if I just received and accepted others as they are. Without putting a stamp of good or bad on anything about them?
It sounds impossible.
That's why we are praying for God to do it in us.
Because, like the phrase "you can't choose your family", we don't choose who is on this earth with us. God has made each one of them and put us together in this big global family. There is the imprint of God on each one of us, can we take the judgemental blinders off so we can see the truth, see the light in each one?
Help me, oh God, to not judge my brother.