I honestly wanted to write a post today titled, “I Have To Break Up With Your Blog.”
It was gonna be awesome.
I wanted to rant and rave about how some bloggers shouldn’t label themselves “Healthy Living” because what they’re doing/eating/saying is FAR from healthy.
It’s downright silly.
That they should start eating more carbs, exercising less. Ban the word “CHEAT” from their vocabulary.
Oh, and “sugar free.” So many chemicals.
In the shower before church, I started planning out the post in my head.
The post would be cutting edge and a wee bit combative. I’d get lots of supportive, “Yeah! Throw ‘em in the dungeon”-type comments.
Then I went to church.
And was blown away by God.
(This happens most Sundays, but man, we’ve been having some amazing services the past month or so.)
After spending time in that special place, I knew I had to throw that post out.
It’s meant for someone else to write. (And I’ll probably agree with everything she/he says.)
That post (and the way I would have written it) is judgmental. And it’s simply not my job to convict.
I have absolutely no right to judge anyone.
For how they live, for what they write or eat or say or do.
Am I allowed to have an opinion about these matters? Yes. Are my opinions supposed to be judgmental or haughty? No.
The fact of the matter is: I may not judge because I am not blameless.
You think you’re so blameless, huh?
TRUTH: I am not the healthiest person.
Just last week, I admitted I over exercise. That certainly isn’t healthy.
I probably eat far too few calories for my activity level. And way too many brownies. That isn’t healthy.
I still have unhealthy thoughts about body image.
Some days, I don’t have time to brush my teeth more than once.
Two years ago, I drank AT LEAST three Diet Rites a day!
I just heard egg yolks are bad for you. I eat eggs all the time.
Burn The Chaff.
It’s so easy to look at others when WE are the real problems.
Perhaps it would serve me better to take that angry post from earlier and write it to myself.
To start being the change I want to see.
I want to refine MY life. Not somebody else’s.
With a winnowing fork and hot flame, I want MY chaff to be burnt. MY problems. MY fallacies.
Lord knows I’ve got a lot of work to do.
It’s not my job to judge someone else.
So I simply won’t.
What I will do is judge MYSELF.
That’s where my work begins….
That IS my job.
QUESTION: I have no question. Just let this one sink it.