One morning at church, I noticed that the guy in front of me was sitting down during worship, casually scrolling through Facebook.
“Wow, he has no respect for God at all,” I thought to myself as I silently judged him (which means I was sinning too).
As worship went on, I couldn’t get this off my mind. I don’t know why it bothered me so much, but it did. I wanted to be mad at this random guy that I didn’t know, because he wasn’t behaving the way I wanted him to behave.
After letting these thoughts run wild in my head for upwards of twenty minutes, I decided to ask God how He felt about this guy’s behavior. But the funny thing was, God didn’t talk to me about his behavior at all; He talked to me about him as a person.
God doesn’t see like I see. He doesn’t just see a man on Facebook during church; He sees a deeply loved child, created to look just like Him.
This encounter taught me that pretty much anytime I’m frustrated with people, it’s because I’m not seeing them from God’s perspective or considering their story. Perhaps this was this guy’s first time in church in awhile. Or perhaps he had just received the worst news of his life the day before. Had he been on Facebook anywhere else, I wouldn’t have given him a second glance, but here I was acting as his judge, based on the fact that the chair he was sitting in was located inside of a church where a service was taking place.
God doesn’t see like I see. He doesn’t just see a man on Facebook during church; He sees a deeply loved child, created to look just like Him. And as I begin to see others through His eyes, I begin to look more like Him as well.