My brother deacon Scott Dodge posted a little rumination this weekend on judging.
It is an indisputable article of Christian faith that you will be judged. Each Sunday and on solemnities we recite the Credo and say: “He will come again in glory to judge the living and the dead…” Judging, one respondent wrote, is a condition of life; we have to judge. He is correct that judging is not the problem because it is an inevitability. So, what is the problem? We must concern ourselves with the criteria by which we judge. We must judge with compassion, with empathy, with sympathy. More importantly, we must judge according to the truth and in accord with all the factors that consitute reality (i.e., the world as it is and not as we wish it to be). It is right and good that we take comfort in scriptural reassurances, like “[a]bove all, keep loving one another earnestly, since love covers a multitude of sins” (1 Peter 4:8). I don’t know about you, but I am kind of counting on that! I have my heavenly defense all planned out: I am going to fall prostrate, as I do before the altar, along with my bishop, fellow deacons, and priests each Good Friday at the beginning of that moving celebration, and throw myself on the mercy of the court.
Another friend, earlier in the week wrote that he was “convinced that if Jesus were to meet Pat Robertson, he would slap him upside the head.” I am convinced of no such thing. I am convinced that if Jesus were to meet Pat Robertson, or Rush Limbaugh, He would look on them both with great compassion. Like me, every hair on their heads are numbered and they are both loved just as I am loved.
Read the rest. It’s good food for thought, especially during these troubled and divisive times.