The Art of Working with People – “pre-judging”

A few years back, I found myself in the Dayton, Ohio airport. While I stood there (waiting for my sister) I couldn’t help but to multi-task a little. I was actually standing there looking for the illustration to this point.  As I did, I huge man came and stood beside me. This was a man approximately fifty times my size and looked as though he could and just might crush me with his hands if I looked at him wrong.  As I saw a woman, whom I assumed was his wife, approach him I could see that she was just coming home from a long trip. It wasn’t until then that I noticed that this monster of man was holding flowers and balloons.  As she approached him, huge tears streamed down his face and he embraced her and cry out loud how he missed her and is so glad she’s home now.  I was moved beyond words. I thought to myself, how true this is with God? So many people cannot begin to imagine a God crying out loud at the thought of one He loves so dearly coming close to Him. This kind of love is as uncommon as light is in darkness.

Here’s the point. It’s not about God’s love (which I use this illustration with a lot), it’s about judging. How many times do I pre-judge someone? How many times do you? Comment – Tell us your story of when you pre-judged someone.

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  1. Great illustration! I prejudged a homeless man in Florida once. He ended up being a pastor to the homeless, had started several “homeless cell group churches all over the country”. His name is Dusty. I have learned my lesson, but can still struggle w/ this. thanks for sharing my friend…great story!

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