As I did sermon prep one morning, I encountered a familiar passage from Matthew that made me stop and consider a recent action I had taken. Here is the passage:
If you judge other people, then you will find that you, too, are being judged. Indeed, you will be judged by the very standards to which you hold other people.
Matthew 7:1-2
So, what did I do that made me pause when I read this passage?
A number of years back, my sister-in-law bragged that her son knew the words to a country song, Something Bout A Truck by Kip Moore. If you click that link and listen to the song, you might see why I thought it was a bad idea to have a 7-year old singing this song.
If you don’t want to click, here’s the short of it: The song talks about drinking, making out, and smacks really close to teaching about glorifying sex with inebriated partners. I know, I’m probably overthinking it. I’m a pastor. It’s my job to overthink things.
I gave her a TON of crap for it. I told her in not so many words that her parenting was questionable. I, myself, was a parent at this point. It wasn’t anything like when I told her how to parent before I had kids. No, I had real cred now. She wasn’t as good at parenting as me and I let her know it.
Fast forward to about three weeks ago.
I was listening to Fireball by Pitbull (not the clean version) one day when my middle child says, “Daddy, is that Tequila?” I laughed and told him no but they both have catchy saxophone riffs. I never really listened to the words if I’m being honest. I just think that song is catchy as hell. So, of course we listened to it over and over for the next 30 minutes.
Now my kids are going around singing an even worse song than the one I gave my SIL crap for those years ago.
The issue isn’t whether it is good that either of us did it. The issue is that I couldn’t just keep my judgement to myself back then. And now it comes back to bite me in the behind.
Lesson learned.
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