Yesterday I went to the bank with Hugh. His truck was in the shop. While we were waiting for a banker, we were sitting in their waiting area. Behind us, there was a couple talking with a banker ahead of us.
The banker left her cubicle. In the next minute, a wet rumbling sound echoed throughout the waiting area. The wet flatulent was heavy in the air, and I feared for someone's pants. I could not believe it. It was a Vesuvius like eruption. There was no preamble, no warning. There was no mention of it from either of the people in the cubicle from whence it came.
It was not an ignore-able event.
I stole a quick glance over my shoulder, "there is no way that was the chair," I whispered to Hugh.
I looked at Hugh, and because we are the epitome of maturity, we sat there laughing like two kids in church during the sermon, you know, that super airy laugh that ends up coming out like a wheeze.
What really made it more funny was the gentleman sitting across from us who was able to maintain a completely straight face. I don't know, maybe he thought it was one of us who had temporarily but completely lost control of our bowels.
When we were able to catch our breathe and wipe the tears from our eyes, this young couple walked by, the young father carrying his infant in his arms.
Here I had stolen a quick glance and jumped to all kinds of conclusions about this man. I am glad that it was his child, and not he, that had filled his pants; but as a veteran dad, I should have known better.
The Savior in Matthew 7 warns, Judge not, lest ye be judged. That being said, judgement is a part of life. Learning to discern is a key skill to learn while here in mortality.
The counterfeit of discernment is jumping to conclusions. How often do I "steal a glance" and feel like that gives me an intimate knowledge of the situation or the people involved in the situation?
If we truly wish to learn and earn the gift of discernment, we must learn to gather more information and ponder on it.
I am often hard on people. My personal take away from my 20 minutes at the bank is that I need to give people the benefit of the doubt. We are all carrying our own crosses and wading through our own personal Gethsemanes, jumping to conclusions does nothing but pile on while people are possibly in their lowest, darkest, and most difficult times.