Psalm 23:5 You spread a table before me in the presence of those who trouble me.
I like to think of myself as nonjudgmental, when actually, it is only that I have a discipline of returning to nonjudgment when I notice just how judgmental I actually am.
Sitting in a coffee shop, I am surrounded by children of God. They’ve grown old and hardened. Playground smiles have turned into protective scowls. A hardened shell protects their inner vulnerability. That troubles me.
A table is set for me to sacrifice my own judgment; give up the eyes of this world to have a feast of joy at the godly reality: we are all vulnerable children of God—waiting for another playground smile to pierce the hard shell. To be the first one to break through is a sacrifice worthy of the Lord’s table.
