Life in Abundance

Judy McJudge

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by Valarie DeLaVega

“Hey, excuse me?” The words were spat out more like a command than a question. I looked up from my desk and into the eyes of an angry woman, her hands balled into tight fists on the counter. Of all the women who exercised at the health club, she was the most peculiar. She dressed like a pioneer, yet chatted on an iPhone. Her face wore a permanent scowl, making her look older than she was. She always came in clutching church literature to hand out.

Through gritted teeth, she hissed, “You put on some Christian music this instant. I don’t pay to come and get a headache from this worldly garbage.” Thrusting her finger in my face, she continued, “Change it right now. This unholy music is really getting to me!”

I was shocked. The songs played were instrumental aerobics beats. The volume was even below moderate. I managed to smile while searching for words with which to respond. But it didn’t matter; she was already stomping away, shaking her head. I simply changed the CD to praise music and then fell back into my chair to think.

Was it hypocrisy? Had I made wrongful assumptions based on her appearance? Was our music really not appropriate for a Christian gym? I wanted to be fair, but my natural inclination was to judge. Later, I opened my Bible expressly to find texts justifying my indignation. The first text I turned to was Matthew 7:3—“Why worry about a speck in your friend’s eye when you have a log in your own?”

I was looking down on the woman because she wanted to hear Christian music and because she was rude about it. How were my sins any less? My self-righteousness and contempt were greater.

The next time I saw her coming, I changed the music before she could ask. She smiled and even thanked me. Over months, this simple ritual evolved to small talk to conversations. And I now have a better understanding of who she is.

Thank God for His lessons and for a new friend.

You can find more devotions like this in the Alabaster Jars series. The first book has 53 readings and the second 99. Consider the books as a gift for yourself or someone else. Whether you buy the paperback or the Kindle version, you’ll be making a difference in a woman’s life–100% of the proceeds go towards teaching women how to read.

Author: Fylvia

If I could be a beachcomber who simply reads, writes and watches old movies all day, I would. Since that’s as far fetched as most of my other daydreams, I read and write and watch old movies in between being a working mother and wife. But it’s all good—God’s brought into my life more exciting experiences than a beachcomber could ever imagine.

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