“For in the same way you judge others, you will be judged, and with the measure you use, it will be measured to you.” Matt. 7:2
No one likes being judged. It feels rotten, especially when we look into someone’s eyes we once experienced warmth and acceptance from, only to find a cold stare instead. We can often sense this judgment without words, and it’s painful to say the least. But acting as judge over others can be habit forming as it gives us temporary comfort. We look at a person’s circumstances and the decisions they’ve made, then get out our pen and paper and begin scratching down equations that place our victim in some kind of manageable category. These judgments become the tools we use to make sense of failures and imperfections. They lull us into believing that we 'll prevail in the face of similar challenges -- if we’ll but respond differently.
I’ve been on both the giving and receiving end of merciless judgment, and I’m learning the reality of Matt. 7:2. God is teaching me just how terrible it feels to be judged so that I might repent of a lifelong pattern of sizing others up to make myself feel and look better. I realize that behind judgment is the desire to play God, to “figure his plans out”, to exalt myself and to calm anxiety over future uncertainties. If I’m able to blame the person for the mess they’ve gotten themselves into, it keeps me from fearing that I’ll end up in the same predicament.
Though I have no idea how God orchestrates it, I know he means business in fulfilling this promise: “For in the same way you judge others, you will be judged.” If I choose to show justice with no mercy, God will allow me to know similar merciless justice, not because he wants to destroy me, but because he wants me to grow and repent. I’ve spent many years blaming certain people in my life for their mistakes and feeling superior in many ways because I don’t have the same weaknesses. But God is showing me that my weaknesses, though different, are just as sinful and harmful to others.
I woke up this morning with a broken heart over my sin. This is nothing short of miraculous, since I’ve been able to hide it by focusing on the shortcomings of others. I don’t know why God decided to break through to my stony heart this morning, or why the revelation hurts so much, but I’m thankful for what he’s doing. As much as I hate looking at my sin, and as much as I want desperately to deny its reality, I want more than anything to change. I want to leave judgment to God, to put away my assessment tools and let God be the judge.
