Today was grocery day, which means that I needed to get ready for the inevitable... You see, I'm one of THOSE people. You know, people who actually buy groceries so that we can eat. So that means that I buy groceries. LOTS of groceries. Which means I then have to deal with the stares as people look at me with my loaded down cart and my children and my heaping bags of groceries and listen to the "Whoa!"s which always make me feel totally self conscious about all the groceries that I am buying.
Maybe I was already in tune with it this morning because of my friend Danielle's post this morning, but I've been thinking a lot about judging others today. Dealing with the comments today at the store - and my automatic snarky responses that I didn't say but REALLY wanted to - brought it to the forefront of my thoughts again (and hence to my blog).
Here's the thing about judging... I think that we are probably all aware of the big judgments. I know when I'm doing it, and worse yet, I know I'm not supposed to do it. The Bible tells me clearly that I'm not to do it. It's even in the red words, so we can't even complain that we aren't sure about how to "interpret" it. Jesus says,
"Do not judge, or you too will be judged. For in the same way you judge others, you will be judged, and with the same measure you use it, it will be measure to you. Why do you look at the speck of sawdust in your brother's eye and pay no attention to the plank in your own eye? How can you say to your brother, 'Let me take the speck out of your eye,' when all the time there is a plank in your own eye? You hypocrite, first take the plank out of your own eye, and then you will see clearly to remove the speck from your brother's eye."
(Matt. 7:1 - 5; NIV)
Eugene Peterson's The Message breaks it down even further to say,
"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."
(Matt. 7:1-5; MSG)
There's a real "Whoa!" for ya. That's a crazy (and a little scary) Jesus-style smackdown! (Is that blasphemous? I just have this mental image of Jesus on the Mount lettin' 'em know how it is...) One of the things that I love about these passages is that there isn't a lot of wiggle room here. Don't do it. Period. The end.
But what about the "little" judgments? I know I'm not going to go up to someone and tell someone I'm better than them, but what about those little comments that we don't think about, but are hurtful and judgmental anyway? Because whomever said "words won't hurt you" was a liar. Sometimes they do.
Like... "Wow! Would you like some salad with your salad? Why don't you eat a candy bar every once in a while?" or "Hmmm... 5 kids huh? You don't know what causes that yet?" or "Wow! You're having another one already? Was it an accident?" or "Only one? Can't you have anymore?" or "Oh... you stay home hmm..." or "Oh, you work? And have kids? Hmmm..." or in my case today at the grocery store...
Random lady at the checkout counter: "Whoa!"
Me (unloading my massively full cart while trying to keep my two children from climbing/falling out to "help" me): "Yes. I know." (kind, but tired smile)
Random rude lady: "I mean... WHOA! That's a LOT of groceries!"
Me: "Yep." (more forced smile and juggling of children)
Complete stranger lady who I've never met: "Wow. I can't believe how many groceries you have!"
Me: "Well... cooking at home for your little ones everyday means you need groceries in the house."
Lady who apparently has never owned more than a day's worth of groceries in her life: "Have you ever gone to one of those discount stores? Because the way you buy groceries, you should think about it."
Me: "Yep."
Now. I would also like to put forth a disclaimer here. I really didn't have that many groceries. Yes. There was a good bit, but it wasn't like I needed a moving truck to bring them home. I fit them fine in the trunk of my Corolla, so it's not like I was loading up a UHaul to bring home the grocery store. And if that was the only comment that I heard... but it wasn't. Or the only look. But it wasn't.
And so here I am. Trying to justify my cart full of healthy food. Food that I need to put healthy meals on the table for my kids. Because that's my choice. I mean, let's be real. It takes me about 25 minutes just to get to the grocery store. Who wants to spend 50 minutes of just driving to get to the store and back every day with two kids in tow? That isn't fun for anyone. And when I sit down and make a weekly menu and then shop for it, I've already done the hard part of cooking - the deciding what are we going to have for dinner tonight - and it makes it much easier to control our budget and know that we are going to have healthy foods on our table. Plus, I can't say how incredibly grateful that I am that I have the ability to go to the store and get a cart full of healthy foods for my kids. We aren't rolling in the dough by any means, but if my kids want some strawberries, they can go in the cart. There was a time in my life when that wasn't possible, and with the economy being the way that it is now there is a lot of people where that isn't possible.
But why do I need to justify? What is it about the way that others look at us, or the comments that they say that makes us feel less than? And how many times do my own thoughtless comments do the same thing? Even my snarky responses are equally judgmental (please see above titles for the lady at the grocery store). I know that part of it is the nature of our sinful lives, but it wasn't something that I had totally put together until today. So I guess that's it. Just another one of those hidden lessons. Who knew that you could learn so much about life at the grocery store?