Somebody emailed this to me. I am curious to see what others think of it. I found it to be rather humbling.


Subject: Judge not...


I was shocked, confused, bewildered,
As I entered Heaven's door.
Not by the beauty of it all,
Nor the lights or its decor.

But it was the folks in Heaven
Who made me sputter and gasp!
The thieves, the liars, the sinners,
The alcoholics and the trash.

There stood the kid from seventh grade
Who swiped my lunch money twice.
Next to him was my old neighbor
Who never said anything nice.

Herb, who I always thought
Was rotting away in hell,
Was sitting pretty on cloud nine,
Looking incredibly well.

I nudged Jesus, What's the deal?
I would love to hear Your take.
How'd all these sinners get up here?
God must've made a mistake.

And why's everyone so quiet,
So somber - give me a clue.
Hush, child, He said, they're all in shock.
No one thought they'd be seeing you.

JUDGE NOT... And

Remember - just going to church doesn't make you a

Christian any more than standing in your garage makes

you a car.

Love it, love it, love it!!!! Winx, you are so wise!

i like it wish more people in the world only thought like this

oh...I like that

thanks for sharing winx. reminds me that noones perfect including myself.

Thank you, Sparkleplenty. But..I didn't write it.

They are out there.

Beautiful...I love it too.

Thanks, Etrain.

AMEN.

Ohhhh,that makes you think about things

Thank you, Livelife.

I received this email tonight from some friends of mine too...I find it very true and humbling.

Thank you, Chickayoshi.

no, but you had the wisdom to share it.

What a coincidence.

bravo.

I have a couple pair of shoes I keep around for grins.

one I like very much. they are tattered Air Jordans.

Hand me ups from my growing, fashion conscious teen son.

barely looking white anymore, they are hardly noticeable beneath my tattered carpenter pants with holes and frayed edges, which, by the way, I like very much too.

Investment bankers and silicon valley yuppies and the neuvo riche try to copy my style, but fail dismally. Their pretensiousness oozes out of their pricey beemer or mercedes with them.

But it is the car I drive, not the clothes, that mark me as a label not designer sheik.

yet they want my shoes, and my pants.

Well......

they can't have 'em. I am too commando for my own good to share that much of my Christian love.

They want my shoes......

The will paY HUNDREDS OF DOLLARS FOR MY PANTS.






But they can't walk in them.



They would be too frightened.


Many will ask a man of faith to explain how it is that God may be felt on him and how it is that in hhis presence may be felt the feelings in church.


Some will go so far as to entertain the eloquence and banter of a man that looks like a lawyer and speaks like an acadamic and carries himself like a well accomplished man with wisdom and clarity and a depth refreshingly insightful. yeah, right....



But, they won't wear my shoes.


They won't give them their patina and and their soft well worn and gritty panache.


They won't walk in them for two years to experience that which makes the patina.


It is the lack of pretentiousness that offends,

it is the fact that the shoes I wear are given their patina at great expense and tremendous effort, none of which is idle and without extreme prejudice for having been so deliberately stepped into.

Yet, in their pretentious imagination, I am hip.

i am fly and phat......until they think they know me. HA!!

Like kids, they only think they know too much.


But in truth, I am held in contempt for my path.

I am a funhouse mirror of their very deceit and covetousness nature which exposes their intimations feigning a McGyveresque Indiana Jones.


These shoes are not for sale.


They cost me too much to get them to look this tattered and comfortable.


No one is worthy to walk in them but me.

I have paid the price to get them out of shape .

I kept them from falling apart by sheer will and determination. The pants too.

Yet I am the pretentious one in their eyes because I am not like them.

I don't and won't and can't enslave other men in my leisure and wear designer grunge.

I am a carpenter who's eclectically well read and saved by the grace of God and found hidden in Christ Jesus,nt their world, sealed to the core by the very thing those that say does not exist .....
and they don't know what to believe or what the truth really is, and yet assume that I have not found it. the irony of that judgement is....well...unspeakable.

Pretentiousness?


Not really.

It is pure fantasy.

Those that don't know, can't touch this.

Those that do know, see.

I see, said the blind carpenter.

That is nice. Thank you.

Thank you for sharing this ,Winx

Thank you, MorningSong.