I’m crossing the road after getting off a
nduthi motorbike. It’s four roads. Ten lanes in total. And two trenches. Work. I’m on the second road when this yellow lorry comes screeching past the speed bumps. Its brakes have failed, I later come to learn. That doesn’t still mean I wasn’t on the zebra crossing with right of way. I mean, any driver is forbidden to drive past a pedestrian-crossing without looking. But its brakes failed. There isn’t much he could do, the lorry driver. I mean, It wasn’t his fault. The lorry just started this morning and decided, at 1327hrs mine brakes shalt fail. eth. I could have decided to stay there coz you know, I have a right of way in the Traffic Act at any pedestrian crossing, bla bla bla, but really, is that speech/human rights conversation worth giving from a hospital bed somewhere? It is a right, fine, but is it. . . right?
Early Monday I met a friend of mine from highschool. Haven’t spoken much since clearing but we had a good chat. Mainly about his tattoo, but good. [Thank You for allowing me to write about it, btw champ]
This tattoo. *sigh* It is not even art. The font is something close to Vivaldi. Very catchy. Positioned smack in the middle of the left breast. (He had on a vest, or I am too observant 😒). I think because of the heart. I forgot to ask.
“Only God can Judge Me“.
Maybe it’s just me, but that statement just stirs me up. Instills fear even. 😱
Only God. You’re at the mercies of no one else. You accept that.
If this was a statement of faith, it would be quite something. But no, it has become a slogan for something that borders rebellion.
How you will meet brethren, and once where there was an accountability chat, is now that statement, said under your breath. Hushedly.
And I get that we have a direct command from The Master himself to judge not, that we might, ourselves, not be judged. [Matt 7:1] I get that, but as partners in walk and talk of the gospel, we are not judging when we ask about you! Atleast I know I don’t. We’re searching for fruit. Because, sometimes, as a result of freewill, us christians hide our fruit so far under skimpy dresses and flirty txts, and loose talk and irregular behaviour, we need someone to ask. To jolt us to reality. Because the fruit we think we still have, is long decayed. It feels like we still have it, but we don’t. So we’re busy throwing around statements like “Only God Can Judge Me”. If you know Him at all, you understand then that He may be slow to anger and abounding in love [Jonah 4:2], but also, that it is a terrible thing to fall into the hands of the living God. [Heb 10:31]
I don’t know about you, but it angers me deeply when I am way out of line with God, and my fellow christians can see it, but say nothing. What are you waiting for? That I die and burn in hell? Even worse when my closer band of accountability partners/comrade-in-arms
(is it comrade or comrades in arms?) say nothing. I know I might throw around that “unanijudge” nonsense, but I really want them to! Not judge me, no. Rather, search fruit. Jolt me into action. Snatch me from the fire 🔥. . . I know I will.
Only God Can Judge Me
, should be a statement of faith and conviction, not an excuse to live wantonly, and turn away genuine caring brethren.
It might be your right, to live within the law, and dress as you please, say whatever you want, cross the road at your pace, but really is it worth it? Is it right? Paul says, “I have the right to do anything,” you say–but not
everything is beneficial. “I have the right to do anything”-but not everything is constructive.” [1Cor 10:23]
We are fruit searching, that is in our job description when Jude tells us to snatch people from hell’s fury [Jude 1:23] .Not prying to know what they’ve been up to. Fruit searching, with the intention to salvage, not get juice for your next
mucene tea session with your friends. Fruit searching, so we wring hell dry.
Get busy. 🙂