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Pundits from long ago said, “Don’t judge a book by its cover.” Nevertheless we continue to disregard this caveat. Therefore we are continually amazed when some seemingly ordinary looking person commits a heinous crime. The soft spoken student turns the gun on classmates and professors. The sweet looking mother does the unspeakable to her child. The sane looking psychiatrist turns out to be more deadly and suicidal than those he should be helping.

The judging also goes on not just with criminals either. Isn’t this why Susan Boyle stunned a nation and the world with possessing a spectacular voice? She didn’t look like a Beyonce or a Celine therefore people assumed she must be a dud. This leads me to ask if in this day and age we are more than likely than other generations to take the measure of a person by the way a person looks.

Just a few minutes ago I watched Tyra Banks do an experiment. She put on a fat body suit and went out on blind dates with three different men. The men I saw were very polite, but obviously a little surprised to see that their potential date was a three hundred and fifty pound woman. The charade lasted only a few minutes as Tyra soon revealed who she was. Did it make her have any less personality or talent dressed in the fat body suit? Not really. Did it make people relate to her differently? You bet it did!

I for one am going to examine myself to make sure I stop judging people by outward appearances. By doing judging on appearances I do myself and the other person an injustice. The Bible so clearly tells us not to treat people on the basis of how they look.
That’s a goal on which I plan to continually work.
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