"What is that to you?"
That may well be, as a practical matter, the most important question Jesus ever uttered, according to me. "As a practical matter" being the golden key. For it brings my judging mind back to the source of all my woes...me.
Walking Ruckus this morning, my mind was flying free...early morning, lovely breeze, fall in the air, beautiful memories of football games and sock hops that never were. There it is...that explains why I landed on the thought of my friend and how I need to set her straight.
This is a friend of mine who wants to be hip, slick and cool. Being a friend of mine, she is in her seventies, grey-haired, and long, long past hip, slick and cool. On reflection, when we were eligible to be called hip, slick and cool, that was a pejorative!
So I'm mentally thinking of various ways and means to let her know she's being foolish. Just as an aside, when I have to mentally arrange ways to set another straight, I'm heading down that passive-aggressive road whose only goal is plausible lie-ability for me: "No, I'm not talking about you...why do you ask?"
The good news is, I asked myself, "What is that to me?" Why ever do I care if she wants to appear to be hip, slick and cool...that's just a feeling, and it beats ugly, out-of-it, and mean, a feeling I can go to at any time with no effort.
It came to me again that personal judgments...mine at any rate...can most often be traced back to dissatisfaction with my own self. I remembered just two or three years ago when a young friend of mine told me that I was...yes!...hip, slick and cool. We know who all got that message...friends, foes and strangers on street corners is all. Fortunately, I came to feel embarrassed by my own behavior and shut up.
According to my pop-culture bible, "Lazy Man's Guide to Enlightenment," what we see is always ourselves. That's why Jesus's question is so important to me. "What is that to me?" is the quick route to seeing myself in whatever I'm judging at the moment. Thank you, Jesus, that I can let my friend feel as hip, slick and cool as she wants to with no input from me.
I read this and questioned myself, "When will I ever learn to not judge others?"
The God of my understanding loves me so much that he whispered in my ear, "Never, beloved. That's my tool for turning you within...to me."
I love when he excuses me with such care and comfort.
Thank you.