PUTTING OUT THE
DIRT:
Consequences of a
Judgmental Attitude
Opening day of Little League. It was a gorgeous, sunny
Saturday...excited kids in uniforms of brilliant colors,
the cleanest their outfits would be all year...little
fellows proudly swaggering, certain that their teams
would be the victors...each full of hope and confidence
that he will be the hero that hits that grand slam that
takes his team into the winner's circle.
The proud grandmother (that's me, "BeBe") of Joseph and
Ethan, two of the top players (in my not-so-humble
opinion), sat spellbound by the action on the field.
Suddenly, something right in front of me attracted my
attention. Three boys, age fourish, were playing in the
dirt in front of where I sat in my folding chair. At
first, they pushed trucks, tractors, and other makeshift
toys through the loose, to-them-delightful brown soil.
Then one got the idea to throw handfuls of the stuff
through the wire and onto the field.
Problem was, the wind was blowing in the opposite
direction. As they released each handful with glee, the
breeze blew it back in the other direction--onto them
and into the crowd of onlookers. They seemed oblivious
to the dirt's travels, intent on scooping up their next
handful.
I looked around to see if parents would make the
necessary correction. No sign of moving parents. Their
game continued, and the dirt continued to fly. After a
couple of minutes, I eased over to the boys and said
quietly, "Boys, I know you're having a good time with
that dirt, but it's blowing back on people. Let's play
with the dirt on the ground, OK?" They looked at me with
faces that said, "Spoilsport!" But they dutifully
stopped, for about five minutes anyway. The dirt was
just too tempting. Little by little, the dirt game
resumed.
Then there was that fateful moment for the little guy
with the sun-bleached hair. He picked up a big handful
of the loose dirt. I saw him look at it for a moment,
pondering his next move. I saw him bring it right up to
his face. And then...oh, no...he took a deep breath and
blew it as hard as he could. He sputtered, wiping his
eyes. Not the outcome he had anticipated or intended!
YOU TEND TO GET BACK WHAT YOU GIVE OUT
At that moment, I realized I had just witnessed a
real-life demonstration of an important principle: What
you put out there has a way of coming back to you...and
sometimes hitting you right in the face!
As with any principle, its application can be positive
or negative. For right now, let's zero in on one
negative example; having a critical and judgmental
attitude.
ARE YOU JUDMENTAL?
How do you react when you hear the gossip that someone
is going through a problem?
~Do you assume the worst about the person?
~Do you smugly tell yourself that you would never do
something like that?
~Do you repeat the juicy news?
~Do you label and stereotype a person based on one life
event or a limited sample of his/her behavior?
~Do you either stay away or take it on yourself to give
him or her a sermon of correction or I-told-you-so?
OR...
~Do you withhold judgment, knowing first that you may
not have heard the truth?
~Do you remind yourself that, even if it's true, you
have no way of knowing all the circumstances; that you
haven't walked in the person's moccasins?
~Do you reach out to help, supporting the person even
when you don't support the behavior?
~Do you keep your mouth closed, choosing not to add to
the person's pain by spreading rumors?
~Do you remind yourself that you could be next...if not
the same problem, another one?
WILL YOU EVER NEED GRACE?
Unless you have the delusion that you will live this
life perfectly, you will certainly pass through those
times when you need others to be understanding,
forgiving, and merciful. I do it often.
With that in mind, remind yourself of the principle we
saw in the flying dirt: What you put out there has a
way of coming back to you. Make a habit of judging and
criticizing the faults of others, and when it's your
turn, you'll be judged and criticized more harshly.
If you want others to give you grace, give grace out on
a regular basis. We're blessed when we're merciful,
because we'll get mercy back when we need it...and trust
me, we will!
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