In the past week or so, there has been a lot of craziness going on in our world, some in our own community, and the judgments are flying. Some of these people have committed unspeakable crimes and some have been accused of something as small as bad judgement. We, as humans, put a price on sin and we have assigned the harshest earthly penalties to murderers, child molesters, rapists, drug dealers and terrorists.
The Bible says that God can not look upon sin and that all sins are equal, in His eyes. The Ten Commandments pretty much covered it all. The Lord sees my gossiping, coveting, judgmental heart, love of overeating and disobedience the same way He sees the murderers, child molesters, tax evaders, and thieves; we are sinners. And He loves us, so much in fact, that He sent His only son to die for our sins. He loves the sinner, not the sin.
We do not want to try to comprehend this. We want to believe, in our human mind, that bad people go to hell and good people go to heaven; that we are somehow categorized separately. Even people I know who have accepted Christ as their Savior have a hard time accepting this. The fact is, the only time frame on repentance, is our death. Serial killers, child molesters, drug dealers and their minions all have the opportunity to to truly repent to Christ and go to heaven, before their last breath.
My point is, we should not be so outwardly judgmental of others and their sins. I have seen statements this week that we should hang people, give them lethal injection, get trampled by an animals or die in the desert. How are we behaving better than the sinner we are condemning? I'm not saying they shouldn't face legal punishment; I'm saying that we should examine our own lives before we start shouting out punishments for others. It is not easy but it should be something we strive for. I am grateful that God sent His son to live and die to wash me clean and that He has laid conviction on my heart about being so judgmental. The truth is, I want Jesus to look at me and see that, no matter how many times I failed, my heart was prayerfully trying.