Obliviously Racist

Obliviously Racist

So there she stood. In front of me, spewing from her mouth her judgement of my pain, of my life of the people within it. Her words seemed intended toward some good or else it was painfully obvious she believed this, but it was far from good.

She called them “garbage people”. She listed 3 separate people – people who have failed. People who aren’t perfect. People just like you and me. With one common difference. The color of their skin, the land from which they came – Garbage People.

She stood there and said that to me so painfully obvious that she desired something from them that she could not obtain. She said this over fed, disgustingly overweight, stinking of alcohol and what can only be described in defining the poorest of hygiene in someone with so many folds and crevices… psoriasis causing dead skin to feed on the bacteria breeding beneath each fold of uncleaned skin, the scent of a unkempt woman with rats in her bright red hair and make-up beneath her eyes – she smelled of the death of sin. She said all of these things about the “Garbage People” she so despised all while telling me that I am beautiful and strong and deserve better?

Excuse me for being confused. Excuse me for not understanding. Excuse me for not being able to hear your heart when it’s presented like this. Awful judgmental face disguised behind a blanket of presumed love and affection for me.

“Judging Others.1* a “Stop judging,* that you may not be judged.b2For as you judge, so will you be judged, and the measure with which you measure will be measured out to you.c3Why do you notice the splinter in your brother’s eye, but do not perceive the wooden beam in your own eye?4How can you say to your brother, ‘Let me remove that splinter from your eye,’ while the wooden beam is in your eye?5You hypocrite,* remove the wooden beam from your eye first; then you will see clearly to remove the splinter from your brother’s eye.”

Turning that verse around back at me….

I can’t throw it at her. I can’t. She’s not Christian. She can’t hear me. Now look at me, judging her…

So I’ll just say it here and keep my pearls…

Pearls Before Swine.6“Do not give what is holy to dogs,* or throw your pearls before swine, lest they trample them underfoot, and turn and tear you to pieces.d

I see her. I see her soaking in her sin needing the hem of Jesus and not reaching out to touch it. I need to pray for her. For him, for them, for all us Garbage People. It’s time for deep prayer.

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