8If you really fulfill the royal law according to the Scripture, "You shall love your neighbor as yourself," you are doing well. 9But if you show partiality, you are committing sin and are convicted by the law as transgressors. 10For whoever keeps the whole law but fails in one point has become accountable for all of it. 11For he who said, "Do not commit adultery," also said, "Do not murder." If you do not commit adultery but do murder, you have become a transgressor of the law. 12So speak and so act as those who are to be judged under the law of liberty. 13For judgment is without mercy to one who has shown no mercy. Mercy triumphs over judgment.
This was incredibly convicting for me. I mean, I think I do a good job lovin' people and all, but that example of the man in shabby clothes...I have done that. I have gone, "Whoa, check out that outfit. Wow, I think I'm just gonna stay over here." How could I do that? I claim to be a Christian yet judge people, even my brothers and sisters in Christ! Why?!?!"Has not God chosen those who are poor in the world to be rich in faith and heirs of the kingdom, which he has promised to those who love him?" My prayer is to be like Christ. I want to be like Him. I know that I stand before Him in filthy filthy rags and He spreads His arms and sets me on His throne with Him.
What have those people I judge in the smallest of ways done to me? Prolly nothing. What have I done to Christ? I crucified Him. He died because of me. It doesn't measure up.
One time I tried this. It kinda worked. But I forget to do it. Every time I think something even slightly unkind about someone, I made it a point to think of three things beautiful about them, outwardly or inwardly and sometimes went as far as telling them. It helped.
Rather, or on top of, doing that, I should think of all the reasons Christ shouldn't have accepted me, but He did (PRAISE HIM!!!). Then exercise His love and acceptance toward that particular person. If God could love a wretch like me, then I, through His power, can love him/her.