I was driving down the road the other day listening to the radio when a song by a pretty popular artist came on and I immediately recognized it. It’s one of those bumpin’ and grindin’ songs about sex that people play at parties and everyone loves dancing to. My immediate reaction was to think about how this specific artist regularly gives “all the glory to God” at awards nights and it disgusted me.
I thought, “How can this person *pretend* or call themselves a Christian when they write such sexual content? How can they simultaneously post about Jesus AND post their half naked body on their Instagram account for the entire world to see? What does Jesus think?”
Literally two seconds later I realized that I was absolutely no different than this artist.
Here I was judging the heart of this person I don’t even know, regardless of how famous they are, pretending I know where they’re at spiritually. The irony of it all is that I KNOW EVERY WORD TO THAT SONG. I know every word to most songs this person has written and most of the time when I’m driving down the road, rather than have a little self-righteous moment about how much better of a Christian I am, I’m usually caught harmonizing and singing along with the music.
How can I call myself a Christian when I’m judging the life of a person based upon the music they make and the tabloids they’re in? How can I simultaneously sing about Jesus AND sing the about sex in my car, even privately? What does Jesus think?
I’m not here to condemn secular music. Frankly, I think some artists write THE COOLEST secular music that works perfectly in the social scene. What I am doing is condemning this self-righteous attitude that some of us have somehow taken on in our lives as Christians. This is when the age old Matthew 7:5 verse comes in where Jesus tells us to check out the ginormous log sized plank in our own eyes before going to tweeze the sliver out of our brother’s.
I was totally a hypocrite that day riding around in my sin-wagon (Grease reference, holla).
Growing up, sometimes we’d use those instant mashed potatoes when we didn’t have enough time to skin real ones, boil them, mash them, the works. It would irritate my grandpa because he didn’t like them. They taste thin, have no substance, and aren’t as good as the real thing. He would call them “hypocrite potatoes”.
You guys, I’m going to be honest and say that sometimes, I’m a hypocrite potato. I think we all sometimes have those moments where we pretend to be better (or taste better in the potato’s case) than what we really are. The truth is that WE ARE SINNERS. We SIN. People sin. Even Paul said that he was the worst of all sinners and yet through Jesus’ redemption he was able to lead thousands of people to Christ.
God showed me my own heart when I was judging someone else’s. He wants us to be watchful of our slivers of sin piling up in our eyes so much that we can’t really see the damage we’re doing. The best part about it, though, is that even though we mess up and judge people and get wrapped up in our sin, God still sent Jesus so we can know forgiveness and get back on track.
That artist is just another imperfect human like me. I’m sure that God can handle His own relationship with them without me putting my judgmental two-cents in. Let’s just try harder to work on our own hearts before working on someone else’s.