I am a pouncer. At least I have a history of it but I am trying to change. If John loses track of time and runs late, I get annoyed. If he neglects to bring something home from the office, I bark.
But there is an image in my head that is helping me to behave differently. A scale. There are a few instances of these
tools for comparison mentioned in the Word.
You have been weighed in the balances, and found wanting. Daniel 5
The lumps I place in each of two sides are my behavior vs. someone else's.
He forgot. I criticized him for it.
He didn't print the signs when I asked him to. I got angry.
The show started five minutes late. I wag my tongue about it.
A
musician missed an entrance. I have haughty opinions regarding it.
Time management is not a quality we associate with toddlers. Promptness has little to do with the more pressing matter of enjoying life. But they seem immune to such character flaws as contempt.
I think if there is a weighing in at heaven's gate and we accrue heft for various choices we have made, the ones that load me down with a clunk will be contempt,
rather than forgetfulness.
Who has measured the waters in the hollow of His hand, Measured heaven with a span And calculated the dust of the earth in a measure? Weighed the mountains in scales and the hills in a balance? Isaiah 40
