A church member told me this story, which I have her permission to share.
She was about to board a plane at Taipei Airport. She placed her hand carried bag on the conveyor belt for the X-ray machine. Went through the metal detecting gantry. Had her body checked. Then as she was queuing to have her passport stamped, a custom officer hollered at the top of her voice, “Who left this bag?” And the immediate thought that came to the mind of my church member was, “Who can be as stupid as that to leave the bag?”
As she turned to look, she was shocked to see it was her bag with the specially tied yellow ribbons on it.
Such is the surprising truth of life.
We wonder, “Who can be as stupid as that?” then we realized, “It’s me!”
We think, “Who would say such hurtful things that leave unimaginable pain in the hearts of those you love?” then we realized “It’s me!”
We ponder, “Who in the world would eat things that damage the health of their bodies?” then we realized, “It’s me!”
We imagine, “Who would ever fall romantically for another when they have caring spouses and loving families?” then we realized, “It’s me!”
And the list goes on.
Deep within we know we are just as stupid, wicked, selfish, proud, envious, lustful, lazy, addicted, bigoted, biased, bitter and more.
We are just as capable and culpable. We are just as vulnerable if given the same circumstances, timing and mood. No one is spared except for Jesus.
So the Scriptures warn.
“Therefore let him who thinks he stands take heed lest he fall” (I Corinthians 10:12).
“Do not think of yourself more highly than you ought, but rather think of yourself with sober judgment …” (Romans 12:3).
There was a farmer who sold a pound of butter to a baker. One day the baker decided to weigh the butter to see if he was getting the right amount, which he wasn’t. Angry about this, he took the farmer to court.
The judge asked the farmer if he was using any measure to weight the butter. The farmer replied, “I am primitive. I don’t have a proper measure, but I do have a scale.”
The judge asked, “Then how do you weigh the butter?”
The farmer replied; “Your Honour, long before the baker started buying butter from me, I have been buying a pound loaf of bread from him. Every day when the baker brings the bread, I put it on the scale and give him the same weight in butter.”
When you don’t like something you see, don’t scoff, sneer or sue. Look intently within for you might just see your mirrored self and whimper, “Me?”