We form opinions about people in mere seconds — based on clothes, cars, homes, money, education, even bad hair days. But what actually makes a person a person? Stuff? Possessions? Someone else’s misguided opinion?
Silliness.
In 2006, when I was diagnosed with cancer, I had an epiphany: we can never truly know what another person is carrying. Yet we’re so quick to judge. So quick to grow impatient.
The next time the light turns green and the older man in front of you doesn’t move fast enough, pause before hitting the horn. Ask yourself: What if that were my father? My grandfather? What if he just lost his wife, received devastating news, or is barely holding it together?
We don’t know. We’re clueless about other people’s battles.
But we do know this — we’ve all been shown compassion by our Father. Use it. Let it shape your thoughts before it shows up in your actions. Love your neighbor. We are all human, all frail, and all in need of grace.
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