My Wrong Assumption

My Wrong Assumption

A few weeks ago, PE and I were out of town, which meant one of our children had to take out the wheelie bin for the garbage day. We came back later that afternoon and I realised that our wheelie bin was gone; there was one left in front of a neighbour’s home. I enquired and it wasn’t theirs; it surely wasn’t mine either as mine was clean inside and it also has our door number on it. I didn’t have a choice but to take the one left outside. I however had a suspicion of who I thought took mine and I planned to take it back!

The missing bin wasn’t going to come back out until 2 weeks afterwards as we have alternate bin collection dates. On the said date, I brought out the strange wheelie bin and started waiting for the neighbours to bring theirs out – knowing fully well that someone on the road had it, just not sure which home; though I had a strong suspicion.

Glued to the window, I was waiting for the collection time but unfortunately, I had to go respond to a pastoral call. By the time I finished, the garbage team had come and gone and the neighbour I was convinced took my bin had now taken their wheelie bins back inside. I was most upset with myself but still decided to go check the other bins left out on the street anyway – just in case my suspicion was wrong; but I genuinely thought that my chances of being wrong was less than 10%.

As I scouted the street for the bin, equally trying to dodge my neighbours, as the whole thing looked so ridiculous!, I noticed that there was a wheelie bin in front of the poshest looking house in the close; no way was my wheelie bin with that neighbour; they looked too perfect to get that wrong – but there it was with my house number on it. I grabbed the bin, heart pumping like I had been at the gym, I wheeled it speedily from their side of the road to its position by our house.  

As I was running with my bin, I asked myself why? It was my bin anyway. I realised that I was embarrassed on behalf of this neighbour of mine who had my bin and felt bad that I made the wrong assumption about another neighbour on the street. I remember saying; God, I’m so sorry for this wrong assumption. As I did that, a scripture crossed my mind and I thought to share that with this story.

Brothers and sisters do not slander one another. Anyone who speaks against a brother or sister or judges them speaks against the law and judges it. When you judge the law, you are not keeping it, but sitting in judgment on it. There is only one lawgiver and judge, the one who is able to save and destroy. But you-who are you to judge your neighbour? James 4:11-12

Though a funny situation; I learnt this lesson and thought to share it with you; do not be quick to judge or make assumptions, as they might be wrong and leave you feeling really bad if things turn out not to be as you thought it was. Give everyone a fair chance and be at peace!

God is on your side!


PS: I will be holding a significant, life changing meeting with ladies at the Dartford Hilton on Saturday the 15th June at 10am and I’ll love you to register and come. If you do come, make sure you stop to say hello to me.

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