{"id":4631,"date":"2019-02-28T11:29:36","date_gmt":"2019-02-28T17:29:36","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/nafwb.org\/?p=4631"},"modified":"2019-02-28T11:29:36","modified_gmt":"2019-02-28T17:29:36","slug":"what-are-you-looking-at","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/nafwb.org\/site\/what-are-you-looking-at\/","title":{"rendered":"What Are You Looking At?"},"content":{"rendered":"

By Keith Burden<\/strong><\/p>\n

It had been a long week at graduate school. I was attending a modular course on the Free Will Baptist Bible College campus. The class had been practical and challenging, but 32 hours of instruction and interaction left me exhausted.<\/p>\n

The session concluded Friday at noon. I decided to skip lunch and hit the road immediately. I slid under the steering wheel of my Dodge Colt station wagon and began the 12-hour trip home. If everything went well, I would arrive by midnight.<\/p>\n

Twilight hours were the worst. The sun sat on the horizon forever. Blinded by the glare, I found it difficult to relax. My neck ached and my shoulders burned from tension and fatigue. To make matters worse I developed a throbbing headache as my glasses pressed against the bridge of my nose.<\/p>\n

Ingenious Solution<\/strong><\/p>\n

In an attempt to ease the discomfort, I tore a piece from a paper napkin and placed it under the nose pads of my glasses to serve as a cushion. Before long the pain subsided and my headache eased. The next few hours passed in relative comfort.<\/p>\n

As I neared the halfway point of my journey, I spotted a road sign signaling a rest stop one-mile ahead. Needing to stretch my legs and get some fresh air, I decided to stop for a few minutes.<\/p>\n

The parking lot was crowded with cars. As I made my way along the sidewalk I greeted other travelers with a friendly, \u201cHi! How are you this evening?\u201d To my surprise, most were unresponsive. In fact, some actually stopped and stared at me as I passed by. I was perplexed by their odd behavior.<\/p>\n

Do I Know You?<\/strong><\/p>\n

Entering the men\u2019s room I noticed one man who seemed preoccupied with my appearance. I tried hard to ignore his steady gaze. He never took his eyes off me. Perhaps I look familiar and he\u2019s trying to figure out if he knows who I am<\/em>, I reasoned. He finally left.<\/p>\n

I walked over to the lavatory and washed my hands. As I rinsed the soap away, I glanced into the mirror. I couldn\u2019t believe what I saw. There, sticking out from under my glasses, was that piece of paper napkin. No wonder people were staring at me. I looked like a dork!<\/p>\n

I removed the makeshift paper cushion, dried my hands and tried to return to my car as inconspicuously as possible. I had been questioning the strange behavior of others without realizing I was the one with the problem. Once I got over the initial embarrassment, I laughed at myself the rest of the way home.<\/p>\n

Take a Hard Look<\/strong><\/p>\n

That incident reminds me how we sometimes judge the actions and appearance of others without realizing we may look or act equally ridiculous to them. We can become like the man in James 1:23-24 who, \u201c\u2026beholding his natural face in a glass (mirror)\u2026goeth his way, and straightway forgetteth what manner of man he was.\u201d<\/p>\n

To my shame I confess that I have been guilty of jumping to conclusions about others based solely on their speech or how they dressed. I ignored Jesus\u2019 instruction in John 7:24\u2014\u201cJudge not according to the appearance, but judge righteous judgment.\u201d Things are not always as they appear.<\/p>\n

Jesus asked in Matthew 7:3, \u201c\u2026why beholdest thou the mote that is in thy brother\u2019s eye, but considerest not the beam that is in thine own eye?\u201d It\u2019s possible to become so focused on or preoccupied with the faults and imperfections of others that we fail to acknowledge our own shortcomings and inconsistencies.<\/p>\n

Good Advice<\/strong><\/p>\n

That\u2019s why it\u2019s important to take an honest look at ourselves by spending time each day gazing into the mirror of God\u2019s Word. It\u2019s only as we see ourselves through the lenses of scripture that we can view others through eyes of love and compassion.<\/p>\n

By the way\u2014before you appear in public next time, take a moment to glance into the mirror. Who knows? It might save you the embarrassment of having others stare at you.<\/p>\n

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