I Walked into a Sliding Glass Door

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Last night I was all set to write a post. I was angry and I wasn’t going to take it anymore. I had seen enough Facebook posts, Instagram pictures, Tweets, and Daily Show clips to help me fire off an epic rant. It needed to be said, so I was going to say it.

I geared up to write the post that would get it out there once and for all. As I considered the method I would use – an open letter? ironic poem? scathing haiku? – I heard a still, small voice say these words to me:

Let any one of you who is without sin be the first to throw a stone…


One time I walked into a sliding glass door. Let me tell you, it hurts. It stops you in your tracks, knocks you back, and you stand there with a stinging forehead and nose. But the worst part of it is the crushing blow to your ego. For the rest of your life you have to carry around the knowledge that you are one of those people. The type that walk into sliding glass doors.

That still, small voice that I heard last night had the same effect on me as walking into a glass door.

And so I sat for a minute, trying to figure out what I was going to do. I was in a writing mood, so I did what every rational person would do in my situation – I started trying to justify the original post that I was going to write.

But they said… he did… she posted… it’s wrong… I need to hold them accountable…

And since the first trip into the sliding glass door obviously wasn’t enough, I heard it again.

Let any one of you who is without sin be the first to throw a stone…

Wow. Okay.

So now what?

I wasn’t going to walk back into that door, so I just waited. I waited to hear what that voice would say next. I knew that He wouldn’t knock me back – twice – if He didn’t have something I needed to hear, and so I waited.

And He didn’t disappoint.

My command is this: Love each other as I have loved you…

Love each other.  Got it.

I can do that. Love the outcast? Okay. Hang out with the ugly ones, the undesirable? Sure. Sit and talk with the least of these, bear your shame?

Sweet. I’m on it. That’s what I do, and it actually comes easy to me.

I got this.

Well, if you are thinking that I am the type of person who needs to walk into a glass door three times before I am ready to really listen… you’re right.

And he has given us this command: Anyone who loves God must also love their brother and sister…

Boom. Door.

I tried to take the easy way out. I seriously clung to the fact that I love my brother. Our relationship is actually stronger than it has ever been.

You did that God. You gave me back my brother. Why are you talking to me about loving my brother?


Those brothers and sisters? The ones I was all set to write an angry post about?

I don’t hate them. I love them. I just think they’re…

I love them, I do. I just need to point out that…


At that point last night David looked at me and asked what was up. Earlier in the evening he had been subjected to my “brainstorming” about what I would write, so he had a pretty good idea. I told him my thoughts, and he answered.

“So, you mean, it’s kind of like the guy who went and prayed and thanked God that he wasn’t like the sinner standing next to him rather than realizing his own brokenness before the Lord?”

I just looked at him. I knew he was right. He had hit the nail on the head. But I was still pouting from my encounters with the glass doors so I wasn’t going to give him the satisfaction of agreeing immediately. (I believe I have already established the fact that I can be a huge brat.)

So this time David put it a little more bluntly.

“So basically when we sit around pointing fingers at them and saying that they’re rude, obnoxious jerks and we’re so glad we aren’t like that… we’re being rude, obnoxious jerks and in the end we really all just need Jesus so let’s look to Him instead of getting caught up in all of this?”


“So then what can I do?” I asked.

“Love Jesus. Love the people He puts into your life. Point those people to Jesus. And pray. What else can you do?”

My command is this: Love each other as I have loved you…

But God demonstrates his own love for us in this: While we were still sinners, Christ died for us…

We love because he first loved us…

And now these three remain: faith, hope and love. But the greatest of these is love.

See you soon!


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