About fifty years ago, a preacher was riding a train, studying for his Sunday sermon. Across the aisle from him, a two-year-old girl was being obnoxiously loud, throwing a temper tantrum, and crying. Finally, in his frustration, the preacher said to the woman with the baby, â€œMadam, please control your child.â€
â€œSheâ€™s not my child, sir,â€ the woman answered.
â€œWell, is her mother on board?â€
â€œYes. Sheâ€™s on board,â€ answered the woman. â€œSheâ€™s in the next car, in the cargo departmentâ€”in a casket.â€
Feeling totally humiliated, the preacher spent the rest of the journey tending the crying baby as best he could.
I found that little story while preparing for my lesson tomorrow. Isn’t it so true? How often am I guilty of judging the actions of another without learning about or recognizing the cause?