It was nearly my ninth birthday and i was to have a party. I wrote out the invitations and took them to school to hand out. I gave one to Linda. She glanced at the other invitations in my hand and said, 'Are you inviting Jane?'
'Yes,' I nodded.
'I'm not coming then. And neither will Susan.'
I'm ashamed to say I didn't give Jane her invitation, even after my mum told me off. But I'm a grown-up now and I don't give in to blackmail so easily. Especially not to words or actions implying, 'I'm not coming if she's going to be there.'
Why? Because you're judging her and finding her less worthy/more of a sinner than you?
It's strange how often people believe - and I think they really do believe - that God supports their prejudices, that what they are doing is what God wants them to do.
Recently there was a Billy Graham quote going around on Facebook. I've edited it slightly:
It's the Holy Spirit's job to convict - us of our sins not the sins of others.
It is God's job to judge - us not set us up as judges of others.
It is our job to love.