An Ancient Tribe

But the wisdom that is from above is first pure, then peaceable, gentle, willing to yield, full of mercy and good fruits, without partiality and without hypocrisy.  James 3:17

These days we appear to have a resurgence of an ancient tribe: the Hippokrites. So common is the malady of thinking oneself above the rules one demands of all others that anyone would think they have misread our verse for today as a command to be partial to hypocrisy. So often do we read reports in the news of hypocrisy that each of us will at some point start looking in our own backyard. Is that the smell of smoke from my woodshed? Did I take up the finger wag of the Hippokrite again? How did that happen? 

Hypocrisy is, I think, almost as easy to fall into as that one from yesterday, sexual immorality. To demand certain rules be obeyed by another and to flout them ourselves is an arrogance hardly to be believed. And yet, we may catch that smell of burning Hippokrite shorts each time we bring up the subject if we do not enter into prayer and reflection with our Lord and search out the dark corners of the heart. Several groups I have joined in this life, many by intent, but never once did I seek to join the Hippokrite army. How embarrassing to find myself in their ranks at times! 

Let us seek the Lord in prayer before we find ourselves eye plank hunting again,

Bucky