The white girl in the horror movies. I hate her more than I have ever hated anyone
else in my life. She knows she is in
imminent danger yet she does not protect herself. She has a chance to escape but she
fails. All she manages to do is fall to
the ground, most times half naked, and scream; ultimately getting herself
killed.
The worst part is this girl isn’t even real! She is a fictional movie character! So why do I get so worked up about her? Probably because we have so much in common…
You see, I have found myself running from monsters half
naked through the woods. I fell down and
screamed until finally the monster caught up with me. As he loomed over me, vulnerable and afraid, I
did nothing but wait to be slaughtered. I
am a real girl, not a fictitious character in a movie. I judge her because I am ashamed of my own life. I wish I had the courage to stand
up and fight against the monsters. I wish
I didn’t let him kill me nearly every single day.
The fact is, when we judge others, it is often due to some
deficiency in ourselves. It’s like
looking into a mirror and seeing a stranger doing all the wrong things. You are mad at your reflection when you
should be mad at yourself.
The Bible instructs us not to judge others. We can obviously discern right from wrong but
we aren’t to condemn those who do wrong.
We are called to be merciful and forgiving. God has mercy on me each time I am
slaughtered in those dark woods. He breathes
new life into me, restores my health and gives me another opportunity to face
the monsters with His armor. He will
never leave me nor will he forsake me. It
is time for me to pull this log out of my eye.
Maybe then I can have a better visual of my real enemy…
