Last Monday on the way to Children’s Camp we invaded a poor, unsuspecting Burger King. 22 kids, 2 teens, 3 adults.

You’d have thought we’d never eaten out before. Or that we might be stuffing ourselves in preparation for a week of meager camp food.

The pre-camp vibe was in the air. Nervous excitement. So BK might as well be in our tummies. Healthfulness unimportant.

On the menu this fine summer day: An enticing concoction. The Bacon Sundae.

Who doesn't love bacon? Greasy. Crispy. Salty. Tasty.

Who doesn't love sundaes? Creamy. Caramely. Fudgey. Tasty.

Who'd have thought to put the two together? BK did.

My son wanted to try one. Sure. It’s camp. Let’s be fun. And don’t miss the shirt he happened to be wearing: I Heart Bacon.

He loved it.

Everyone else who tried it. Not so much.

They gathered around. As if watching a science experiment that might blow up. They gagged in mock disgust. They carried on like a bunch of... well, like a bunch of silly kids fueled by nerves and near worthless calories.

For kids. With sundaes. That is funny.

For kids. Or teens. Or adults. With weightier matters of judgment. Not so much.

Take care what you judge.

Take care how you judge.

Not everyone is you. And they are probably just fine with that. Even if you aren’t.

Speak and act as those who are going to be judged by the law that gives freedom, because judgment without mercy will be shown to anyone who has not been merciful. Mercy triumphs over judgment. James 2:12-13, NIV