Story of the Day for Saturday June 30, 2012
Reclassify him as a Dim Bulb
For in the way you judge others, you will be judged.
My friend Lee Ressler once told me a humorous story:
Last fall, Lee had ordered some fishing flies for himself and his friend, whom we’ll call Jim. When the order came in, Lee invited Jim over to pick them up. Jim knocked on the door, but Lee was outside around the side of the house. He shouted to Jim to go in, while Lee went inside from a side door.
Jim stood in the entryway — accompanied by a large, shaggy dog. Lee offered Jim a chair, while he plopped down on his sofa. While he got out the flies, the dog laid on the floor at Jim’s feet.
Lee was a little peeved. Not only was the dog stinky, but he felt guests should at least ask permission before bringing their dogs inside someone else’s house.
As the men continued to talk about fishing flies, the dog jumped up on the sofa next to Lee and he could no longer control his annoyance. He commanded the dog to get off.
His friend never apologized nor reprimanded his dog for jumping on the furniture.
Lee was inwardly fuming and offered his friend some lemonade so he could stalk into the kitchen to regain his composure. The nerve! But as he got up, the dog trotted into the kitchen with him. As soon as Lee opened the door, the dog poked his nose into the fridge.
That did it!
“This dog is hungry!” Lee hotly told his friend. “If you want to keep a pet, you’ve got to take care of ’em.”
Jim was puzzled. “My dog? I’ve never seen this dog before. I thought he belonged to you!”
After hearing the story of Lee and Jim’s silent criticism of each other, I knew this would be a perfect story about judging others falsely, and asked Lee if he could scribble down some notes on the incident for me.
A few days later he handed me his notes. I thanked him for his trouble, and as we sat down, I scanned his notes.
“This is great,” I told Lee, “but, in order to make the story more vivid, I could use a few details. What kind of dog was it?”
“I don’t know.”
Oh well. Probably a mutt.
“What color’s the sofa?”
“How could anyone not know the color of his own sofa?” I thought to myself.
“Well, what’s your friend’s name?”
“I don’t know, but I think I could find out.”
Lee always seemed like such an intelligent guy, but I was just beginning to reclassify him as a dim bulb, when he clarified, “This incident didn’t happen to me; it happened to this guy I know who lives west of town.”
Now I know why Jesus came to earth to cover us in grace; we’re hopeless without it. But, before I tell you stories about not judging others, maybe I’ll work on it a little more myself.
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