Charges and consequences were starting to rain down. I was sad because of this turn of events and the consequences I knew my friend would face. But I was surprised by something he said.
He was indignant. He kept talking about how unfair the officers had been. He was angry that he was being treated like a criminal. Those were his exact words, “treated like a criminal.”
After a long confused pause, I pointed out that he had, if I understood his story, intentionally committed a crime. Whether he liked the word or not, didn’t that make him a criminal?
Then he got angry with me. Was I judging him? Didn’t I love him? Didn’t I know that his heart was good and he never meant to hurt people?
Sure. All those things might be true. But my friend was not able to see past a common thinking error that we love. We demand of the world: “Don’t judge me for what I do! You don’t know me. I am so much more than what I do.”
Oh, I wish that was true!