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Judgment
Proverbs 21:3 To do justice and judgment is more acceptable to the LORD than sacrifice.
Proverbs 21:7 The robbery of the wicked shall destroy them; because they refuse to do judgment.
Recently there has a been a rise in people who cry, “JUDGE NOT!” This is a misinterpretation of:
Matthew 7:1 Judge not, that ye be not judged.
Luke 6:37 Judge not, and ye shall not be judged: condemn not, and ye shall not be condemned: forgive, and ye shall be forgiven:
Because of their own lusts and unscriptural principles, they would have no one call sin, sin, or teach the moral absolutes of the Word of God. They reject an absolute authority of God’s Word, and do not understand both it’s power and God’s promise of preservation:
1 Peter 1:24 For all flesh is as grass, and all the glory of man as the flower of grass. The grass withereth, and the flower thereof falleth away: 25 But the word of the Lord endureth for ever. And this is the word which by the gospel is preached unto you.
When you look at the verse following Matthew 7:1, and the verse prior to Luke 6:37:
Matthew 7:2 For with what judgment ye judge, ye shall be judged: and with what measure ye mete, it shall be measured to you again.
Luke 6:36 Be ye therefore merciful, as your Father also is merciful.
You realize that judgment itself is not condemned, but rather the type of judgment that was hypocritical, self-righteous, revengeful, and carnal in its motives.
We see that God is more pleased with judgment than sacrifice in the Old Testament.
We are warned that the wicked man, because he is wicked, is taken by deception of the thief. He does not want to judge anyone and so, he is destroyed by those good judgment would have spotted right away.
God doesn’t want us to not judge, he wants us to not judge like the world, like carnal man, and with selfish motives. He does want us to judge by his judgments, by the Word of God, and as He does and will.
John 7:24 Judge not according to the appearance, but judge righteous judgment.
John 8:15 Ye judge after the flesh; I judge no man. 16 And yet if I judge, my judgment is true: for I am not alone, but I and the Father that sent me.
The self-righteous Pharisees were told they did not judge, according to God’s Word, they were admonished to do so.
Matthew 23:23 Woe unto you, scribes and Pharisees, hypocrites! for ye pay tithe of mint and anise and cummin, and have omitted the weightier matters of the law, judgment, mercy, and faith: these ought ye to have done, and not to leave the other undone.
The members of the church at Corinth were commanded to judge and were chided that their lack of judgment was an issue of contention among them:
1 Corinthians 5:2 And ye are puffed up, and have not rather mourned, that he that hath done this deed might be taken away from among you. 3 For I verily, as absent in body, but present in spirit, have judged already, as though I were present, concerning him that hath so done this deed…
1 Corinthians 6:5 I speak to your shame. Is it so, that there is not a wise man among you? no, not one that shall be able to judge between his brethren?
Hypocrisy is wrong and so is all forms of bitterness, but godly and scriptural judgment is not only needed it is commanded in God’s Word. We are in a spiritual fight and are commanded to STAND, not to ignore or not discern right from wrong. We must know our enemy and our fight:
1 Corinthians 9:26 I therefore so run, not as uncertainly; so fight I, not as one that beateth the air:
There is one certain judgment we will face: John 12:48 He that rejecteth me, and receiveth not my words, hath one that judgeth him: the word that I have spoken, the same shall judge him in the last day.
God’s Word will not just judge us for what we are when we stand before Him, but for the decisions we made while we walked before Him here and now. It is God who is right and who determines right and wrong:
Proverbs 21:30 There is no wisdom nor understanding nor counsel against the LORD.
 
"You cannot legislate the poor into prosperity by legislating the wealthy out of prosperity.  What one person receives without working for, another person must work for without receiving.  The government cannot give to anybody anything that the government does not first take from somebody else.  When half of the people get the idea that they do not have to work because the other half is going to take care of them, and when the other half gets the idea that it does no good to work because somebody else is going to get what they work for, that my dear friend, is the beginning of the end of any nation.  You cannot multiply wealth by dividing it."

The Bible contains the Mind of God, the State of Man.
The Way of Salvation, the Doom of Sinners, and the Happiness of Believers.
His Doctrines are Holy, His Precepts are Binding, His Histories are True, and His Decisions are Immutable.
Read it to be Wise, Believe it to be Saved, and Practice it to be Holy.
It contains Light to direct you, Food to Support you and Comfort to Cheer you.
It is the Traveler's Map, the Pilot's Compass, The Christian's Charter, and the Soldier's Sword.
Here Paradise is Restored, Heaven Opened, and the Gates of Hell are Closed.
Christ is his Grand Subject and the Good is its design and the Glory of God its End.
Read it Slowly, Read it Carefully, Read it Prayerfully.
There is a Mine of Wealth, a Paradise of Glory, and a River of Pleasure.
It will Reward the Greatest Labor, and Condemn all who Trifle with its Contents.
It is the Book of God's Revelation given to Us.


Information Please!

When I was quite young, my father had one of the first telephones in our neighborhood. I remember well the polished, old case fastened to the wall. The shiny receiver hung on the side of the box. I was too little to reach the telephone, but used to listen with fascination when my mother used to talk to it. Then I discovered that somewhere inside the wonderful device lived an amazing person. Her name was "Information Please" and there was nothing she did not know. "Information Please" could supply anybody's number and the correct time.

My first personal experience with this genie-in-the-bottle came one day while my mother was visiting a neighbor. Amusing myself at the tool bench in the basement, I whacked my finger with a hammer. The pain was terrible, but there didn't seem to be any reason in crying because there was no one home to give sympathy. I walked around the house sucking my throbbing finger, finally arriving at the stairway. The telephone! Quickly, I ran for the footstool in the parlor and dragged it to the landing. Climbing up, I unhooked the receiver in the parlor and held it to my ear. "Information Please," I said into the mouthpiece just above my head. A click or two and a small clear voice spoke into my ear. "Information". "I hurt my finger..." I wailed into the phone. The tears came readily enough now that I had an audience. "Isn't your mother home?" came the question. "Nobody's home but me," I blubbered. "Are you bleeding?" the voice asked. "No," I replied. "I hit my finger with the hammer and it hurts." "Can you open your icebox?" she asked. I said I could. "Then chip off a little piece of ice and hold it to your finger," said the voice.

After that, I called "Information Please" for everything. I asked her for help with my geography and she told me where Philadelphia was. She helped me with my math. She told me that my pet chipmunk, I had caught in the park just the day before, would eat fruit and nuts.

Then, there was the time Petey, our pet canary died. I called "Information Please" and told her the sad story. She listened, and then said the usual things grown-ups say to soothe a child. But I was unconsoled. I asked her, "Why is it that birds should sing so beautifully and bring joy to all families, only to end up as a heap of feathers on the bottom of a cage?" She must have sensed my deep concern, for she said quietly, "Paul, always remember that there are other worlds to sing in." Somehow I felt better. Another day I was on the telephone. "Information Please." "Information," said the now familiar voice. "How do you spell fix?" I asked.

All this took place in a small town in the Pacific Northwest. When I was nine years old, we moved across the country to Boston. I missed my friend very much. "Information Please" belonged in that old wooden box back home and I somehow never thought of trying the tall, shiny new phone that sat on the table in the hall.

As I grew into my teens, the memories of those childhood conversations never really left me. Often, in moments of doubt and perplexity, I would recall the serene sense of security I had then. I appreciated now how patient, kind, and understanding she was to have spent her time on a little boy.

A few years later, on my way west to college, my plane put down in Seattle I had about half-an-hour or so between planes. I spent 15 minutes or so on the phone with my sister, who lived there now. Then, without thinking what I was doing, I dialed my hometown operator and said, "Information, please." Miraculously, I heard the small, clear voice I knew so well. "Information." I hadn't planned this, but I heard myself saying, "Could you please tell me how to spell fix?" There was a long pause. Then came the soft spoken answer, "I guess your finger must have healed by now." I laughed, "So it's really still you," I said. "I wonder if you have any idea how much you meant to me during that time." "I wonder," she said, "if you know how much your calls meant to me. I never had any children and I used to look forward to your calls." I told her how often I had thought of her over the years and I asked if I could call her again when I came back to visit my sister. "Please do," she said. "Just ask for Sally."

Three months later I was back in Seattle. A different voice answered, "Information." I asked for Sally. "Are you a friend?" she said. "Yes, a very old friend," I answered. "I'm sorry to have to tell you this," she said. "Sally had been working part time the last few years because she was sick. She died five weeks ago." Before I could hang up she said, "Wait a minute. Is your name Paul?" "Yes." "Well, Sally left a message for you. She wrote it down in case you called. Let me read it to you." The note said, "Tell him I still say there are other worlds to sing in. He'll know what I mean." I thanked her and hung up. I knew what Sally meant.

Never underestimate the impression you may make on others. Whose life have you touched today?




 

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