Sometimes while I am driving through neighborhoods, I notice homes that could use new doors, new windows, a paint job or new siding. I often want to rip off the ivy I see growing up beautiful brick homes.
I appreciate neighborhood curb appeal.
Sometimes while I am amongst a group of people, I notice hair that should be combed, clothes that are out-of-date, and bodies that should be bathed. I cringe when I hear inappropriate grammar usage.
I appreciate human curb appeal.
Wait a minute! What about what is inside?
The homes that appear to be in shambles may have inhabitants that are ill, elderly or unemployed and they have to pick and choose what is most important on their limited funds. The people who appear unkempt may be somebody’s V.I.P/hero. They may be a very loving and doting spouse, parent or child. They could be ill, elderly or unemployed and they have to pick and choose what is most important on their limited funds.
I have no right to pass judgment. I have every right to love my neighbor as much as myself. That is the important lesson that Jesus stressed before he went to Heaven.
Matthew 7:2 (NLT)
For you will be treated as you treat others. The standard you use in judging is the standard by which you will be judged.
Waiting at a stop light on my way to work one morning, a woman on a bicycle caught my attention visually and mentally.
The bright green in her jacket was how she caught my attention. It was a noticeable contrast off the black in the jacket and riding pants. For safety she wore a helmet, and I could see her grey hair peeking out from the edges of the helmet placing her age well into retirement. On her back she strapped on a black back-pack. The bright pink lettering made me feel as curious as a cat; I had to know what it said before the light turned green. Good thing she was looking forward the whole time, otherwise she would have thought I was a creepy person staring at her. Finally, to my delight I made out the words:
When the light turned green, we continued on our morning journey. I thought about the message she is broadcasting in bright pink and wondered if my faith was the same color. Can people see that I love Jesus by what I think and what I say? Are my actions indicating that Jesus is in my heart? I was convicted that morning in the realization that many times I do not project in bright pink that Jesus is my BFF.
How is your relationship with Jesus? Is it strong enough to project to the world, in bright pink that, Jesus is your BFF?