I’ve Been a Hypocrite

Just scrolling through a friend’s Instagram, I see my hypocrisy staring me dead in the face.

I went to high school with this girl and given her personality I always assumed she’d be given into bad habits in the university. Truthfully she was well on her way and for a time her Instagram told that story.

I don’t know how, I don’t know when and I don’t know who but scrolling through, I see her dancing in church and making posts about Jesus.

Now, while this is all exciting I began to feel so ashamed. In all that time, never once did I pray for her salvation. It’s true she wasn’t my friend but I would always go on her socials ready to judge.

I just wanted to see the next club or party she was at so I could say just how bad she was and how much she needed Jesus but I never did anything about it.

God bless whoever did. Whoever actually prayed for her or spoke to her and led her to church. That should have been me. Only God knows the number of people I do this to.

By this time, I’m sure you know you might do it too. Watch that person going astray and then talking to others about it or shaking your head in private. Maybe occasionally you post a convicting message on your social media hoping they will see.

Ewurama, this has been me. What do I do? Pray. It’s not fun. Some of these people I love to judge treated me like trash in high school. It doesn’t matter. Pray for their salvation and if God moves you to speak to them, do it.

Don’t go gossiping about them in the name of concern. Take that concern to the throne room.

To that girl, I want to say sorry. I’m sorry that I became a Pharisee. I’m sorry I treated you like they treated the tax payers. And to others like her, I won’t give up on you. I see you. I’ll pray for you.