Sawdust, Planks, Ducks, and GQ

I was reading over 1 Corinthians 6 this morning and letting it settle on my brain, in the midst of the whole A&E/ Phil Robertson “The Duck Commander” issue, thinking about what it all means to my life, and this is what I’ve come up with: there are a wealth of sins in this world and all of them are worthy of our disdain. But, because every single one of us is guilty of sin in our daily lives, it is far more efficient for me to focus on the task at hand – the beams of wood obstructing my own view and solid standing – before I even consider what may or may not be obstructing someone else.

If I’m truly living my life humbly in love and service for others, as Christ directed us to, I will have very little time or energy left to spend picking at the lives of others. I’ve got enough of my own problems. While each of the different translations makes the same point, I truly appreciate the way that THE MESSAGE interprets verses 1-5 in the 7th chapter of Matthew:

Don’t pick on people, jump on their failures, criticize their faults— unless, of course, you want the same treatment. That critical spirit has a way of boomeranging. It’s easy to see a smudge on your neighbor’s face and be oblivious to the ugly sneer on your own. Do you have the nerve to say, ‘Let me wash your face for you,’ when your own face is distorted by contempt? It’s this whole traveling road-show mentality all over again, playing a holier-than-thou part instead of just living your part. Wipe that ugly sneer off your own face, and you might be fit to offer a washcloth to your neighbor.