I get to the bus stop and notice all the different kinds of people. Male, female, young, old, skinny jeans, overalls, high heels, sneakers, hispanic, asian, etc. and though I can barely form a complete thought I catch myself judging these people. Assuming things about them that I have no clue about.
All of a sudden I’m looking at the faces of these people and thinking to myself, “You are the beloved child of God”. I look at everyone I see. People waiting at the bus stop with me, people walking to work. “You, YOU, are the beloved child of God.”
God does not ask you to judge others. God asks you to love others.
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