I was sitting at the table, my chin resting on my hands, as I watched her make the rounds. My cousin, whom I will call Carla as to respect her privacy, was standing near the table, her extra-large smile forming as she told stories of her tough-ass parenting to whoever would listen. She would wrinkle her drawn-in eyebrows as she performed an imitation of another woman, perhaps African-American, complete with a finger snap. I couldn’t help but wonder how she could snap with such long, narrow acrylics, but she did. Her eyes, adorned with shadow and shimmer, were dazzling as she smiled, and when her audience laughed, she’d grin victoriously.
Some few moments later, she grabbed her phone from the table and scrolled through her messages. When spoken to, she responded kindly, but her words were peppered with crass language and, though I’m desensitized to her and that kind of vocabulary, my eyes widened. She didn’t see this, but somehow, she instinctively looked over at me and pursed her glossy lips. “Oh, baby, I’m sorry.”
I forced a laugh. “No, it’s fine,” I said, somehow more to myself than her.
She quickly slid her arm across my back and embraced me. Her long, silky tresses fell across my face and I could smell her spicy perfume. “You know, I really love you,” she said to me, her breath a combination of mint and cigarettes. “You’re a Christian, but you know, you’re not judge-y.”
I smiled. “Thanks?”
She stared at me, her voice as smooth as butter. “See, that’s the kind I am too. You know? I mean, I go to church on Sundays, and if people want to change to be a Christian, that’s cool, but if you’re a Buddhist, that’s fine as well!” She smiled at me and planted a noisy, wet kiss on my cheek.
I felt my stomach lurch.
Have I relapsed into a state of tolerance? Perhaps I’ve been so accepting that I’ve forgotten to honor God in the process. Love the sinner, hate the sin. We all have the tendency to love both or loath both. Clearly, I’ve fallen into the earlier category. I read a quote the other day that said, “This culture is careful to offend no one but God.” This truth is painful, but it’s realer than we realize. I’ve become complacent, and I’m vowing now to sensitize myself to sin.
I must clarify now, I do love Carla and note that she has a lot of love in her heart. She has two children whom she loves dearly, and all in all, she’s a pretty good mum. But her definition of a God-honoring Christian is crooked, and I can’t be just this church-going, lukewarm Jesus-follower. It needs to be my all in all, and if this means I come across as intolerant sometimes, than so be it.
This is not to say that we shouldn’t put love above judgment. This is not to say that we should judge people. This is to say that we should be discerning disciples of God, and remember to keep His word holy, regardless of how the world’s living.
So I’m not going to judge Carla, but I’m going to keep striving for an exemplary, God-filled life.