Busybodies

Tonight, I have a few thoughts about busybodies.

Oxford dictionary defines “busybody” as a meddling or prying person.

Somewhere between being our brother’s keeper or being a busybody a few thoughts come to mind.

From the abundance of the heart the mouth speaketh.

Psalm 15:3b He that backbiteth not with his tongue, nor doeth evil to his neighbour, Nor taketh up a reproach against his neighbour.

Categorizing by race, religion, creed or colour already is a platform to lead us down the wrong street.

Recently I met a gentleman, a brother in my church, and we became friends. My new friend is North American by birth.  I asked him about his formative years. He spoke of a time when he realized that his heritage was not main stream; how his people had been provided reservations to live on. When he grew to adulthood, he developed an awareness that if he drilled a well on the place he called home, the water that came from that well did not even belong to him. He realized too that the house that was “his” could not be given as collateral to borrow money to better himself. Nevertheless, he pursued a lifelong career in a technological field, and was successful in his profession.

He listened to a short talk I presented, concerning my journey with addiction, to the place where I have found release from the most severe dregs of this giant. As he listened, he came to the conclusion that he and I had become brothers because we both had done battle with the same demons. We bonded, he and I. He taught me so much. I could relate to his journey.

My friends and readers, you don’t need to become a recovering alcoholic to have a common bond. Romans teaches “For all have come short of the glory of God”. 

Last Sunday a speaker at our church taught us a lesson of the adulterous woman, who the religious leader brought to Jesus for judgment. Jesus’ reply was, “He that hath no sin cast the first stone.” After the accusers left, Jesus looked on the woman with compassion.

His words were, “Neither do I condemn thee. Go and sin no more.”