…to judge others? Certainly not me.
The phone call recently about a couple who was being judged by their officiant because it was a second marriage (read into it, “you were divorced”) got me thinking about the right to judge others.
The couple that called asked me to officiate their ceremony. I said I’d be honored.
I often get judged and I really try not to judge others – I don’t have the right to!
I have been judged on: where I live, that I was/is a yankee, what I drive, yep – my hair is thinning, that I like to go to sleep early, and so on. When I was a child I would be judged/made fun of because I played the clarinet and tuba (not at the same time!)
Recently someone asked me when I got out of my car at a Christian event – with a very judgmental tone (the kind that you’d give a child when you say, “did you spill the milk?”),
“What do you do for a living? What kind of car do you drive?”
Never in my life have I felt so judged because I drive my nearly seven year old midlife crisis convertible.
If I were to arrive anywhere in a car like this, I would be judged because I drive a car like this.
The fact is, I used to own a car just like this! And, it was the first car I owned in my name (well, me and and finance company.) It was purchased used in 1983ish.
So now the world officially knows, I drive a white convertible!
Who has the right to judge others?
Share your thoughts.