Was I Judgmental?

My brother, Ryan, and I took Dad to the Cardinals game last Friday for a late Father’s Day gift. (Great game—Cards won 6-1. Saw 2 Albert Pujols HR’s!) We parked in the Macy’s parking garage and were briskly striding down to Busch Stadium just before game time. I think we were almost to Mike Shannon’s Restaurant when we passed a young lady holding a sign…I can’t remember exactly what it said, but something about being homeless and wanting help. Besides being a beggar, the first thing I noticed about her was that she was wearing a good amount of makeup (not too much, but certainly noticeable).
A few more strides down the sidewalk I turned around to Dad & Ryan, “If you’re gonna be homeless and ask for money, don’t put on makeup." Then, another couple strides and, "I’m not saying she isn’t homeless or need the help, I’m just saying that if you’re gonna do it, you gotta play the part.”
Now my thought process was that her chances of success might be better if she didn’t wear makeup…that if someone (like myself at least) sees her in makeup would justify not helping by thinking ‘she’s wearing makeup so she must not need help that badly.’
But then I thought later, ‘What if someone else gave her that makeup and she’s wearing it because it makes her feel better, or what if it’s her makeup and she’s wearing it because it salvages a little bit of a sense of dignity for her. Am I being judgmental?’
Then, this morning, while I’m meeting with a youth who wanted to know more about the habit of giving offerings, we read Proverbs 19:17 & Proverbs 21:13.
It was a great game, a great evening with the three of us Donoho boys, but not without another reminder that I’m still a wretched man in need of a Savior. Thank you, Jesus!