It was a Friday night. And by a Friday night, I mean last Friday night. I went out to say hey to people, then left every social situation to get Fuego to-go, preparing to watch about 7 episodes of Switched at Birth on Netflix. Queso and Netflix, what more could a girl want?
Well then I saw it. A group of college kids stumbling down the street, way farther from the destination they were probably walking toward. Then I saw a girl leaning on her friend for support. She couldn’t hold herself up, and looked as if her Blood Alcohol Content was around a .3. I then was thinking… I’m gonna be nice.
“Do y’all need a ride?”
Next thing you know I became an Uber for these strangers heading back to their house. I didn’t get their names or even ages. I just saw a girl who looked like she needed to go home ASAP, and thought this would be my good deed of the day.
Attempting to maintain my focus on the road and in the middle of praising myself for this selfless act, I am abruptly called back to reality. A passenger door opens and I look to the back to find the most worrisome girl in my little rescue mission with her head out the window.
“I can stop guys, seriously, it’s no problem,” I said to the backseat.
“Oh she’s fine now, no worries!” The friend responded.
So we get to the girls’ house, and sensing something had gone wrong, I politely asked, “Hey, did she throw up inside my car?”
“No, no… just outside. Thanks for the ride you rock!” The friend said as they went inside.
They were sweet, but as I drove away, I started to smell the stench of throw up in my car. I parked at my house ready for my queso date, but before I left the car, I thought I would assess the damage.
As it turns out, yup, she didn’t just throw up outside. Every cup holder carried her vomit. It was seeping into the cloth seats and I did what every girl would do in this situation.
I texted the group text.
I started assuming everything about this girl.
“I bet she hooked up with that guy tonight…”
“Seriously, what was she thinking? That drinking that much was smart and safe? She must have had like 15 shots to be in this state.”
“If you can’t handle yourself, then why would you drink?”
I judged her. And her friends. Glad she had a fun Friday night while I’m Googling “how to get vomit stains out of cloth without touching it.” And to make it worse, by the time I got to my queso, it was COLD. What injustice. All for trying to be nice.
I’m sure God laughed at me in my pity fest. I felt Him look down on me with His wisdom and humor… “just because you can’t see your sin right now doesn’t make you better… I clean up your throw up all the time.”
Let’s be clear, the problem isn’t the girl who threw up in my car. This isn’t an article to highlight her sin or even drinking. This article is about the actual problem: me.
It’s about me and my judgment. All because her sin that night looked different than mine.
I wish I could say I loved driving her and didn’t care about the throw up. I wish I could say that I was just glad she was safe and that I was not looking down on her. But that would be a lie.
Cleaning throw up on a Friday night while watching my queso get cold sucked. But you know what, I learned a little bit more about God that night.
My throw up must be annoying to clean up. Every day God cleans my throw up and you know what, He still picks me up. He cleans my mess over and over again.
But He doesn’t judge me. He doesn’t assume the worst of me. He has His arms opened wide to me with love, and His hands stabbed for my mistakes. He restores me each time.
So here’s to not judging others for their sins being different from yours. You are not better than that girl who hooked up with your boyfriend, said a mean thing about you, or threw up in a car. Let’s practice what we preach and work on cleaning throw up with a smile.
Shout out to God for cleaning my throw up each day. Shout out to Him for still picking me even though I’m a mess. And shout out to Him for being the creator of queso and carbs yet still loving us more. That is something to praise, and I will praise Him by trying to more like Him each passing morning. I will praise Him by confessing my sins, and doing my best to love like Him.
“Judge not, that you be not judged. For with the judgment you pronounce you will be judged, and with the measure you use it will be measured to you. Why do you see the speck that is in your brother’s eye, but do not notice the log that is in your own eye? Or how can you say to your brother, ‘Let me take the speck out of your eye,’ when there is the log in your own eye? You hypocrite, first take the log out of your own eye, and then you will see clearly to take the speck out of your brother’s eye” Matthew 7:1-5