I can't imagine Jesus interrupting his sermon on the mount to tell some teen in the crowd that he had his sandal bumping up against a little boy's lunch basket.
Yep, singing about God's grace, but not dishing it out. He was picking at a speck that sure must have been hard for him to see because of the log in his own eye. It took me a lot of praying the rest of the worship to give my anger over this to God. Then it blessed me as I sat struggling when our young friend stood with hands lifted in worship to God during the last song. He was far ahead of me. It was humbling.
You see, that young man has got his heart right with God and is planning to study in college to become a worship leader himself. He has a dream, a calling on his life. That day, he learned a lesson for free on how not to be a worship leader, to leave specks alone and that it is better to be a clear cut logger on one's own vision problems. I almost laughed out loud when we last sang a song about putting your feet on a rock. Hmm. Just don't put it on the back of that pew!
Plenty of young people would never darken the door of a church again if someone embarrassed them in such a way in the middle of worship. The devil would love to write an excused absence from church for life after something like that. For goodness sakes, he was a first time visitor. For crying out loud, he was a teen in church, which is the place you wish you could find every teenager on a sunny Sunday morning. I was tempted to give the man a tongue lashing after church he would not soon forget mama bear style, but I decided I didn't need to let a speck trip me up in church or my tongue either. Other than that, worship and the service to follow was wonderful after I got an attitude adjustment, a speck check.