I need to get something off of my chest:
I’m a hypocrite.
And so are you.
We all are. It’s a condition endemic to our species. It’s a dichotomy, a clever bit of cognitive dissonance, that we are–by and large–quite comfortable living with.
How does this play out?
Mostly, like this:
We get angry with those who sin differently than we do, apparently forgetting that we ourselves are sinners, too. It’s hypocrisy pure and simple.
Because we have to live with ourselves, we often give ourselves a pass, all the while condemning our brothers and sisters.
What’s the cure? How do we limit this hypocrisy, cut it off at its knees?
The Bible says we are to love our neighbors as we love ourselves, right? The late, great C.S. Lewis said that “loving one’s neighbor as oneself means being just as forgiving of one’s neighbor’s sins as one is of one’s own.”
That’s a tall order, to be sure. But it comes right from the horse’s mouth (as it were):
“Forgive us our trespasses, as we forgive those who trespass against us.”
Does this mean that we must forgive in order to ourselves be forgiven? Afraid so, folks.
Jesus paid it all for you, me, and that pesky neighbor down the street.
The first step to healing is admitting our hypocrisy: that we are no different than those who sin differently.
Thanks for reading!