Thought For The Day 10/14/12


Judge Not That Ye Be Not Judged…..

Matthew 7:1



In the last analysis we must be judged by what we do and not by what we believe.  We are as we behave – with a very small margin of credit for our unmanifested vision of how we might behave if we could take the trouble. 

Geoffrey L. Rudd

The British Vegetarian, September/October 1962


Here we go again! No matter how hard I try I am faced every day seeing it with my own two eyes or reading it in news articles. And the funny thing is that there are many of you out there that see it as a non-issue while I view the exact same thing as a testament as to how we have managed to somehow devolve in the “love thy brother” and compassion department. This is especially poignant in that Westboro Baptist Church was planning a protest yesterday at the funeral of Sgt Donna Johnson in Raeford, NC, not just because she was a soldier killed by a suicide bomber in Afghanistan, but also because she is survived by her wife, Tracy! (  So once more I am forced to re-evaluate the question: Why do we judge people?


Judging our fellow man! It has become so widespread these days that I really have to wonder how it is that we have allowed it to become almost programmed into our very DNA! Perhaps once upon a time judging others was needed. I am thinking about the days early in mankind’s very existence, before time found us living in what constitutes civilized society. I am thinking about the days when man lived a nomadic existence, roaming from place to place in search of food and shelter and other basic necessities of existence. At that time, judging others was necessary to assure survival. And even today, in less educated or civilized societies, I can somehow manage to reconcile the sense that this type of behavior continues to guarantee to a small segment of people in the world. However, most of those who practice this behavior do not live in third world countries! For the most part, we are not talking about people who never received the benefit of an education! For the most part, we are not talking about people who must forage and hunt food to survive! Instead we are seeing this in your average citizen who has completed at least High School and perhaps even College. We are seeing this in people who are employed or at least able to provide for food, clothing and shelter. And even more frightening, we are seeing this in people who have, if not an expansive religious background, then at least a fundamental understanding of God’s purpose and plan for mankind!


There is an interesting definition of common sense that I once read. The definition was as follows: Common sense is the sum of all of our prejudices we have acquired by the age of 18. And I think this might just be the bottom line as to why we are so quick to judge the worth of another. Our negative opinion somehow supports the acquired prejudices we have formed about others even before we have taken the opportunity of getting to know them and it is this that seems to somehow become the stylus which etches the worth of others in our psyche! Why do we not choose to expand our horizons and first ascertain the degree with which others might just add some measure of value to our lives? People do not fit into an ideal mold, and, when you think about it, the world would be a sad place if they did. Because it is all that others bring into our lives, both the good as well as the bad, that serves to enrich the person we are! And I can think of no more special gift from God to mankind than that! So the next time you want to jump to a conclusion about someone, why not get to know them and give them the opportunity of proving themselves to you. And should you find that they do not complement what your preconceived notion of value might be, then say your farewells and move on. Leave the judging of the worth of others to one whose job it really is!


A Brown Bag

(found in the 10/13/12 edition of


On a dark winter’s night as the chill wind blew
on a park bench an old man there lay

Tattered and torn, tired withered and worn
he’d not eaten for more than a day

Heartache and fears and much sadness and tears
was his life – fate had dealt a poor hand

He thought once or twice of the terrible price
he’d paid not obeying God’s command

Way back in his youth he was taught gospel truth
and the Spirit had led him to preach

But judging was he – the way things ought to be
so instead he decided to teach

He made a good start and he had a kind heart –
untold were his many good deeds

Yet often he found – one who’d pray and kneel down
but he couldn’t attend their soul’s needs

A college professor he’d been for a while
but soon the years took a sad toll

Divorce – loss of wealth – no job and poor health
had left just a bum – growing old

He lay there in pain – a slight drizzle of rain
most certain he’d freeze to the bone

As he thought of the past, a deep sigh came at last
he guessed he’d just die there alone

Then, strangely appeared, a man standing quite near
He asked, “may I sit for a while?”

And though it was dark – in his eye was a spark
and his face bore a kind loving smile

He said, “Sir I perceive that you didn’t receive
all the good things God planned for your life;

By the look on your face I can somehow retrace
that you’ve lived through much anguish and strife.”

“God’s judgment won’t count all the sins you repent
and it’s never too late to restart –

So kneel here with me and together let’s see
if God will re-enter your heart;

Together they prayed and a long time he stayed –
A soul was reborn on that night

Then as suddenly he came – he was gone with no name
He’d vanished completely from sight

A brown bag he’d brought of food the old man sought
was all that remained at his side

The food warmed his body – the words fed his soul
Now Christ. . . . within him . . . . did abide

The brown paper sack on the park bench there
had these words – written with love

“God sent His Son and He also sent me”
“And a little mana from above.


There is only one lawgiver and judge, he who is able to save and to destroy. But who are you to judge your neighbor?

James 4:12 ESV


Copyright © 2011-2012 “MandysPath” Ministry


About Mandy Bruscella

Mandy's Story: As a Registered Professional Nurse with Certification in a number of specialties including home care, I was afforded the opportunity of working closely with various Social Service Agencies in NY and NJ. ~ A lifelong Christian, I was ordained as a Presbyterian deacon in 1993 and, after relocating to SC in 2000, elected to become ordained as a non-denominational minister. ~ I established "MandysPath" Ministry in 2011. "MandysPath" Ministry is a member of Pacific Life Church, El Sobrante, CA, network of ministries. ~ I direct an outreach ministry in an alternative setting, providing spiritual care to a congregation of more than 500 people from around the world via the Internet. ~ As part of this outreach, I write a daily faith based blog. In March, 2012 I was asked to become a board member of Heroes For Children which is a non-profit foundation, established to assists the Guardian ad Litem program of Horry County, SC. Guardians ad Litem are a group of court appointed advocates who represent the best interests of children in Family Court proceedings involving allegations of abuse or neglect. Working closely with these men and women who make a difference in the lives of children, I completed training and have been sworn in to serve as a Guardian ad Litem for the state of South Carolina . ~ I have been married since 1975 to a wonderful man, Daniel. I have a son Daniel and his wife Melissa who live in NYC. My daughter Sabrina and my grandson Landon live here in SC. ~ My father Harold continues to share his wisdom with me and is responsible for many of the ideas I write about!

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