So I’d like to begin a short blog series today, that’ll go for the next few weeks on Judging and Judgmental Christians…and why we need them.
A few years ago, I sat down with someone who I loved a whole lot, they knew I loved them, and they loved me. We had been friends for years, we had laughed, cried and lived life together. But over the course of the past few weeks and months I had noticed that my friend had been making choices that were becoming more and more destructive and refusing to take responsibility for the outcomes. He was headed down a path that almost everyone who loved him knew was going somewhere toxic…the only problem was he couldn’t see it.
So I prayed about it for a while, probably not as long as I should have, then sat down with my friend over dinner and told him my concerns and why I was a little bothered by his actions for the past few weeks. I tried to be vulnerable myself, and give examples of how I’d been struggling and was struggling with my own junk, I tried to be as non-threatening and gentle but still as direct as possible. I tried to love and be a good friend.
And it went terrible.
This has actually happened dozens of times in my life. I’ve been on both the receiving and the giving end of this. And chances are, if you are a Jesus follower, or just a good friend, you’ve had an experience like this before. You’ve tried to gently correct your brother or sister and had it blow up in your face. You’ve walked away wondering how you could have done it better. If you’re like me, relationships mean a lot, and the idea of having a broken relationship hurts like nothing else, especially when you feel like the one who damaged it. And the temptation is to stop being the kind of friend who speaks into (and allows them to speak into) the lives of the people we love around us.
In the book of 1st Samuel King David has hit a kind of lull in his career. He’s done the whole rags to riches thing. He’s gone from shepherd boy bringing the cheese, to the King of Israel. He’s the Commander in Chief and so when the time of years come when the armies go off to defend the borders of their nations, David feels like he’s paid his dues, and he doesn’t go.
You’ve probably heard this story, David sees a woman named Bathsheba late at night taking a bath on her roof, and he is smitten. Even though he finds out that she’s married, he sends for her. Which is a Hebrew metaphor for Bow-Chik-a-wow-wow. She get’s pregnant, and Kings then like Kings today know how to cover up there mistakes. David dives deeper and deeper into scandal. And what started as a 1 night stand eventually became murder.
But David got away with it all. Continue reading After The Smoke Clears