You’re reading seventy-five words of a single paragraph in chapter thirteen. Missing the context of the first 12 chapters. Failing to realize the author of my story hasn’t finished writing the rest of the page you’re on, let alone chapters fourteen to the end. Please don’t judge me.
In love, bring me truth. Give me the gospel. Speak the Word into my circumstance. Please don’t write me off as hopeless by calling it tolerance. I deserve to be set free. You might be the only Bible I read. If you lie to me you’ll lead me astray. Lost. For the enemy of my soul to devour. Please don’t judge me.
I’ve only ever been told that your kind~judges and hates me. I’ve been warned of the lies you tell to steal my happiness. That Bible you read is full of rules. I once felt a draw to church. Mistakenly I came to check it out. People stared at me. Said nothing to me. I was sorry I went. They watched me walk out the door in the same darkness I walked in with. Please don’t judge me.
You seem a little different than the others. Like the real deal. I’m watching you. Do you live out that Bible you read. Or do you just talk about scripture. I can quote a few myself. Do you love me enough to tell me the truth. Do you love me enough to pray for me. I pray too. It’s just I pray to a different god than you. Mine is living or so I think. Although he doesn’t speak to me. Does yours? Please don’t judge me.
I’m intrigued by your God. You said he gives you strength. I see you as you face the challenges I face in life. Yet, you smile. You seem so strong. I could never be. I’m one split second away from a total meltdown. You seem happy. I can barely muster a smile. You don’t do the things I do after work. Yet, you seem content. I am surrounded by people but alone. I laugh loudly but am miserable. Will you share your God with me? Please don’t judge me.
Those of us who claim to know Christ have a calling upon us. To share our testimony to the glory of God so others can come to know truth. We share with our words, actions, and love. Love enough to speak truth. Boldly proclaiming the hope we have in the living God we serve. But, we have to love enough to speak truth for the truth is what sets free. We have to accept the God of our soul seeks to save those which are lost and desires none to perish for true biblical acceptance.
Acceptance by the standards of the world is written with one goal in mind; the soul.
Please do not accept my sin “loving” me to the penalty of my soul.
Please accept my worth without accepting my sin “loving” me to truth, saving my soul.
The God of my soul hasn’t even judged me. He sits in the mercy seat for you and I. In this moment, the moment you see me broken, he says, come as you are. Bring me the ashes of your life and I will make beauty. Give me your heart and I will heal you. Take my hand and I’ll lead you. Take one step in front of the other and I’ll guide you. With mercy through grace I will hold you in my loving arms offering shelter from the harsh elements of the fallen world in which you live. Please don’t judge me.
The work is great but the workers are few.
Will you work?
To harvest the field of souls.
Love me enough to speak life saving truth to me.
Love me enough to share the mercy, grace, love, and kindness of Jesus Christ with me.
Love me enough to pour into my soul the hope of a Savior who left the lives of those he touched on this earth transformed.
Love me enough not to judge me as hopeless rather to share mercy with me while I still have time to choose.
Love me. Please don’t judge me.
“Walk in wisdom toward them that are without, redeeming the time. Let your speech be always with grace, seasoned with salt, that ye may know how ye ought to answer every man.”
Colossians 4:5-6 KJV
