Blue walked into math class with her friend, Kelsey who had recently become the talk of the school, judged by all because of the decision she made, leaving behind her popular seemingly best friend, Mckenzie. However, it wasn't over just yet; Mckenzie and Kelsey shared almost all of their classes together, including math. "It's ok," Blue coaxed her, sensing anxiety in her friend. "Sit with me today, I don't think will care." Kelsey nodded.
"Ok." She followed Blue and sat at the table with her. She breathed out a heavy sigh. Kelsey looked back at the door to the room and saw Mckenzie enter through, scowling at her with disgust. She grinned evilly as she took a seat right behind Kelsey. Kelsey began to sweat nervously. Blue looked at her with comforting, knowing blue eyes. "Don't worry, pretend she isn't there," she whispered.
"I'm trying," Kelsey whispered back.
"Hey, Blue," Mckenzie said, getting Blue's attention. She turned.
"Hi," she greeted politely and turned back around. Mckenzie moved closer to her, sitting down right beside her.
"Kelsey doesn't even like you," Mckenzie lied. "In fact she told me she hated you once."
"That's a lie!" Kelsey said, looking at Blue pleadingly.
"Kelsey has always despised you and wanted to see you fail. She acts like she's your friend, but she's really your enemy. And she hates religion." Blue turned her gaze to Mckenzie and glared at her.
"Stop lying Mckenzie, that isn't right."
"You're one to speak, Blue. Remember that time you lied to the teacher in third grade and got away with not doing your homework." Mckenzie accused her. "That's pretty hypocritical, I guess you aren't as Christ-like as they say you are." Blue's mouth gaped open. walked in and the bell rang.
"Alright class, pull out your warm up books and turn to page fifty two." She instructed. Mckenzie moved back to the table behind them and Blue obeyed, stunned. I am a hypocrite, she thought. Does that mean I'm not qualified to witness? My sins have been erased, but does it still make me a hypocrite?
Moral: I went through a time when I was faced with similar thoughts and even a similar situation. My former friend, who I wrote the poem in chapter 2 about, caught me in a hypocritical statement that I had made once. I knew, long before she accused me of hypocrisy, that I was hypocrite. It's a hard thing to escape. Those same thoughts had crossed my mind; am I qualified to witness, to tell others about Jesus? The answer is, and always will be, no. No one is qualified to spread the Gospel because we are all sinners and are all in need of forgiveness. Jesus says we are qualified even though we aren't qualified because in His eyes, we are forgiven. Hypocrisy is just like sin; once we are forgiven, it no longer has a grip on us no matter what other people think. Another thing, only an enemy would accuse you. A friend corrects, but an enemy accuses. No matter what accusations are thrown at you, remember that you are washed in the blood of Christ and are like a sheep, completely innocent in His eyes.