Friends, something has been bothering me for awhile. Nagging at my conscience, my gut. It’s about a picture I posted on my Facebook page. A picture of a young woman at Starbucks who appeared to be wearing only her underwear (or very, very short shorts). To be honest, I wasn’t making fun of her. I was simply amazed and confused. We just don’t see things like that very often around here. So then, I wrote a blog post, about how she was probably a good mom because her young daughter was dressed appropriately and she was treating her to a yummy breakfast. Still, something felt off. I don’t know this woman. I don’t know her story. So, I’ve removed both the photo and the post. Perhaps that is against blogger protocol, but it’s my blog. And I’m doing what I think is right. No, I didn’t get any negative feedback about the photo, just one thoughtful comment from a dear friend:
I’m waiting for the day when I see a person and wonder if they know Jesus, rather than having thoughts about their outer appearance. Ughh! That sounds impossible.
And right there, I knew what I’d done was wrong. Even though I had no ill will towards this mystery woman, I’d judged her solely on her appearance, and not on her character. So whoever you are, I’m sorry. Maybe I can buy you a cup of coffee someday and I can get to know the real you.