Both mortified and pleased by the fact that my neighbor is harboring mutant weeds, I begin to weigh my options and the best course of action to address this dangerous threat to the health and well-being of our neighborhood lawns. Suddenly, I feel something wet and slippery smothering my face, the dribble of saliva covering the microscope.
The frown on Bob’s face interrupts my speech and makes me pause for a second. He looks like he has something to say.
I do appreciate your attention to details… but don’t you have enough stuff to do in your own yard before you bother inspecting my grass, with a microscope, and count my weeds?!! He sounds sincerely confused for the puzzled frown doesn't leave his face. Before I can answer, he adds,
Why do you look at the speck that is in your brother’s eye, but do not notice the log that is in your own eye? Or how can you say to your brother, ‘Brother, let me take out the speck that is in your eye,’ when you yourself do not see the log that is in your own eye? You hypocrite, first take the log out of your own eye, and then you will see clearly to take out the speck that is in your brother’s eye. Luke 6:41,42