The Lofty Chair...

I remember the day one of my closest friends whom I grew up with told me that he had separated from his wife and he was heading for divorce. I wrote him a letter. I told him he was wrong and that his wife was perfect for him. I told him that he was breaking God's law, his vows. I asked where his faith had gone. I told him that I was angry with him. I told him that he wasn't the man I thought he was. I told him that others would tell him the same thing. I told him that he was arrogant. I told him that he had a cavalier view of life, marriage, and faith. I told him that he was just tired of his wife and wanted something different . I told him that he was unfaithful to his wife and friends. I told him that he wasn't who I thought he was.
He asked me some very pointed and relevant questions that I refused to hear at the time...

He responded: I thought you knew me. I thought you would assume the best about me. I thought you would know that there was a tremendous amount of pain in our lives and that I had already sought help a number of times over the years through third parties and prayer. I thought the first thing you would do was ask me how I was doing and whether I was alright, but you didn't. I didn't misjudge you, I never really knew you...

Since that time I have met him and his second wife and asked for his forgiveness.
He gave it up right away. Then this year I fell off of my lofty chair.The higher you sit , the more it hurts when you fall and yes,the harder it is to see everything clearly down below...

The fall still hurts. What was I thinking?