Thou shalt judge

I started writing this as a give and take, between person A and person B. And they were discussing C. And C's actions and life. And basically A was saying that C was evil, or rather C's actions were evil, wrong, a sin and C was hot footing it to hell.

B on the other hand was asking A -who are you to judge and adding that if A was without sin, then then A could cast stones.

Bystanders, the bible thumping kind joined the sinning and judging fray, and surprisingly there were different quotes supporting both sides. They are many. Those on judgement, who should judge and who should not judge and to whom judgement belongs to. And those on sinning and definitions of sin, and what happens too sinners.

Verses were dropping all over. On both sides of the divide. Verses were used however. In no context whatsoever. Who cared about the meaning, so long as you could quote the chapter and verse, even half the verse, and uses it to support your argument.

The argument has not ended. It seems to be going on and on. I think the “we cannot judge” group seem to be winning [especially on popular social media sites] because, truth be told, morals went out of the window there a long time ago. If you stand for the opposite of sin, you are not modern, with it, accepting and the whole big avante garde modern thought shebang, whatever that may be.

The other question someone asked me recently was, what is morality anyway? Is what is moral for me, the same as what is moral for a person across the world from me [must find those coordinates], who has never even heard of Judaism let alone Christ. What is goodness? Is goodness morality? Does goodness mean the same where I am, and something different at those coordinates I am going to find?

I put it to you that between A, B and C, there is three things at least. One side of the story, the other side of the story, and the truth. For truth does exist, and it is devoid of any of our opinions. It stands naked. It does not matter if A is miss goody two shoes or B the mother of depravity.

One thing I know, is we all [A, B and C] like to be right. To be looked up to. Admired. Accepted. And depending on where we are, we can sometimes try to say that others are wrong so that we look more right. We [as A] therefore condemn others, so that we can be more than both B and C in the crowds eyes. Yes, we are playing to the crowd.

This is the problem. This judging of others, so that we can look good. Stop it A!! Thou shalt not judge!! Let it be your personal commandment. Okay?

That said, me thinks we need to judge. Lets stop pretending. We judge. All the time.

How are we going to maneuver through this horribly obstacled life if we cannot see this is wrong, this is right? How are we going to decide what we are going to do? Every moment, every day.

Do we not go through some thought process where we measure what we have, what we have seen, what we have been told, what we want to do, with some standard? What is this called? Judging? Passing a judgement on what is good for us? Did we just judge something? Goodness gracious, we just judged.

That's the word. Just there. Just. The word is justness. Fairness. Not for the destruction of others.

Our espri de judge – should be humbleness and selflessness. At least let others be as we build ourselves. Or even go a step beyond that and building others as we build ourselves.

Do not judge to show up people. Do not judge to show others that we are better than them. Do not take prissy stands for the purposes of condemning others. Be shrewd. Be discerning. Be just. Thou shalt judge.

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