To the Confused Christian Pronouncing Judgment…

To the confused Christian pronouncing judgment…in the supermarket yet…these Christian cliches, in the hope that s/he may think about them for the first time:

His sin’s not difficult to find;
it’s marred his body and his mind
but God alone can now foresee
nor will God show to you or me
what you, cocksure, presume to tell:
whether he’s bound for Heaven or Hell.
The measure with which you now mete
Christ said, at Heaven’s bar you’ll meet.
If your eye’s never lingered on
another’s mate, nor ever gone
aloft on your own fancy’s flight
while your mate murmured in the night,
then it may be you have some claim
to cry aloud another’s shame;
but I myself would hardly dare
to judge his sins: I say, beware;
the eyelash that you think you see
lodged in his eye may prove to be
but one small splinter from the limb
that renders all your vision dim;
if your heart was set on true love
you’d spare no time for thinking of
the sins in someone else’s past;
what right have you a stone to cast?

This piece of Bad Poetry–which is the official name of the genre of free and formal verse I write–isn’t long enough to meet this site’s requirements for a blog post. So, although I was inclined to spare youall the sermon, I have to expound on these little rimes. Very well.

When a family has both Irish and Cherokee ancestors, there is a high probability that anyone in that family will have the alcoholic gene. The surprising thing is that I have a handful of relatives for whom “responsible use of alcohol” and “One should never drink cleaning fluid” do not mean exactly the same thing. For most of us these phrases do mean exactly the same thing. Of course there are a few cousins in each generation who need to find this out the hard way.

So, one of them hit the bottom and climbed on the AA wagon and was working his program diligently when I saw him in town. (It’s been a few years; those who think you know whom I mean may be wrong.) And guess what? Hitting the bottom of alcoholism means that a person becomes physically sick, and stays that way, often for years. And looks ghastly. And feels worse.

Now, if he were still drinking, I could see the point of mean-mouthing and trying to help him hit the bottom. But he was not.

So, what exactly was the point of the comments that were heard? What do some so-called Christians do that makes them feel so ashamed that they have a need to harass somebody who is already very obviously paying for the sins of his past?

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