Had I tried to understand his perspective? He’d done wrong, but did I give him a voice? I’d silenced his interruptions with finger wagging and a lengthy lecture, lingering on what he most needed to work out in himself.
Perhaps it was just what he needed to hear. Or perhaps what he needed most was someone seeking to understand his heart. Understand his motives.
I jump quickly to judge others by their actions, while judging myself by intentions.
Had I asked of his intentions, that gave way to actions?