A 'Come to Jesus' moment, and the Twelve Steps

You've heard of those "Come to Jesus" moments.
Well, Wednesday night, I had one as close to literal as they come, I suspect.
Our usual church Bible study session gave way to a panel of four folks from Alcoholics Anonymous who held forth on the Twelve Steps.
Each person took three of them, and shared their own stories.
They talked about loss, pain, self-hatred and how that played out in addiction, and victimization -- of themselves by others, and of others by them.
I watched their eyes as they struggled to share what were, even years later, painful, raw and ragged wounds of the soul.
And, I felt awful. Awful for how I have -- albeit mostly in silence and within my own thoughts -- too often dismissed such people as losers, parasites and subhuman, unworthy of sharing the same space, time and air as the rest of us.
Right there, as one woman spoke about her struggle with crystal meth and multiple suicide attempts, I asked my God for forgiveness -- and the gift to see others with some trace of His compassionate grace.
God is Love, I've come to believe, and God is Love beyond our understanding, and in dimensions of compassion we cannot begin to fathom.
That's why his Son told us not judge, to leave that to the only One who is qualified to weigh the human heart.