Years ago I learned not to jump to conclusions. I was a young student and a stranger in Canada. It was a cold day and I was dressed in an overcoat to keep the cold out.I was walking on a main business street enjoying the beauty of the day. I felt it was God's gift of love.
As I approached the corner, I heard sirens all around. As the police cars approached I stopped. A scene from a "bad" movie was unfolding before my eyes. The cars stopped, officers exited with arms in their hands and yelled "On the floor and don't move". Stunned, scared I obeyed. They lifted me up, pushed me against a wall and began to search me with a gun against my head.
A few minutes later another officer came running, yelling "No, no, no". He is not the one". Someone of color had robbed the bank. He was dressed completely different, with a hat, bandana, shorts and no overcoat. The officers checked everything on me and released me. No apologies offered or expected, and I continued to walk along.
That experience taught me the reality of profiling and jumping to conclusions. I often reflect on the how so many of us jump to conclusions. As a follower of Christ I will continue to live in His words "Judge not, that you be not judged, for with what judgment you judge, you will be judged; and with the measure you use, it will be measure back to you." (Mt. 7:1-2)