Matthew 5-7

I stand on a hillside with many others. I don't know how long we've been here, nor do I care. The Teacher is speaking. Already my heart and mind are full. I doubt I can take in any more. Each word he speaks seems pointed at me; each word challenging my long-held beliefs.

The eyes of some around me are turned inward now, examining a heart touched by words on love, holiness, trust--there are countless possibilities. What words will cause my eyes to do the same? At what point will I hear no more, unable to focus on anything but the last words I heard him speak, the words that expose my sin?

While I don't know what those words will be, I know they will come and my life will never be the same. They will be a crossroads, those words. One path will follow the Teacher and the other . . . well I'm fairly certain I'm already on that path. And the more I hear, the less I like where that path leads.

And there they are.

"In the way you judge, you will be judged; and by your standard of measure, it will be measured to you."