There is one thing that I just can’t tolerate in this world, what makes me cringe, and that is when people judge other people.

We find it so easy to find fault in other people don’t we?
Sometimes we don’t even think twice about it, it’s just something that happens in our brains as soon as we see something that we don’t like in somebody, like a reflexive reaction. We judge, and we condemn, completely forgetting the fact that we did the same exact thing yesterday, only in a totally different situation, in our own way. Sometimes we let go of our condemning thoughts of others and "set them free" but most times we just hold on to that tasty gossip that flew directly into our heads like a sharp arrow. It’s disgusting isn’t it? So why do we judge then if we hate so much to get judged ourselves? By the desire and the love for justice of course. But let’s think about just why we shouldn’t let that tasty feeling of justice get too much out of us.

   Consider this story. Once there was a boy in a Southern country home in Texas, far, far away from us all. His birth was a misery to his family, because they never wanted a child. He was a mistake. Stricken by the grief of his birth, his parents never received him into their hearts and he became a burden to them. So he became mistreated as soon as he was born, his parents barely held him in their arms, and his mother didn’t bother breastfeeding him and used alternative methods. As he grew up, the abuse grew as well. He was punished severely and very frequently for every little "unethical" behavior that he did. They whipped him with twigs and belts as he was growing. For years he tried to be a good son, always trying to somehow please his parents. Yet the day came when he grew weary of trying and concluded in his heart that he would never be good enough for them, and that he should be exactly who he was so good at being, a bad kid. So he rebelled against them, and the more he rebelled the harsher his parents became to him, so there was no peace. Then His mother got tired of it and left the boy alone with his father.
The boy fought with his father until he became a young man. In school he met a group of young people, who, like him did not grow up in a loving home. Most of the group was very antisocial and constantly kept talking about creating some harm on others. He would think about those plans of theirs every time he walked home from school. He didn’t exactly know why, but everything they said to him felt so right, he began to assume that retaliation on somebody else would make him feel better. Hatred had begun growing in him from very early and when he had entered high school, it was booming inside of him. The video games he played in school, the blood thirsty movies that he watched and the fighting that he saw on his block all seamed to be images of what was going on inside, what he was dying to share with the world. Revenge seamed so sweet. Then one day he got the idea simply almost out of nowhere that he should stab his father. It was as though a voice was speaking to his mind. If I kill him, he thought, then my misery will be over. I won’t have to deal with this pain anymore. This is the easiest thing to do, I have to do this. The seventeen year old teenager did not think for too long until he was throwing the dead body of his father into a nearby lake.



   What is the first thing that usually comes to mind when we hear of stories like "Teenager stabs father in Houston, Texas"? Of course most of us only see what the person did. We never bother to think about what has happened to the person a few years back, what the situation was, what the other people around them did, and what kinds of factors had an influence on some body’s decision. Nobody knows what happens of course, so no one cares to think about it. But we do think a lot about the actual act of a person don’t we? We dwell on it at times and talk about it, sometimes make jokes about it.


Now don’t get me wrong, making excuses for what everybody does wrong in this life is not what I’m trying to get across here. Not at all, I do know that right and wrong certainly exists on this planet, and that murder is a terrible crime which should be punished. But I also know that no matter what wrong people do, judging them is also wrong.

   This story might be a little too dramatic to the point I’m making, and it is a tad bit fictional, but every day we see people doing things that are unethical, stupid, or just plain mean. Anger was given to us for one reason and one reason only: to correct wrong when we see it. We are supposed to protect and influence, guide the ones who did the wrongdoing, and then forget about it. I know I have a problem with people judging other people. It angers me, that’s why I wrote a blog about it.
But what do we do most of the time?
If the person is not our close friend, we let the evil thoughts of condemnation sink into us, then go home and tell somebody. If we laugh about it, we are actually laughing at that what the enemy of our souls (whether that has any meaning to you or not) did to that person, what he has pushed on that person and made out of him (not that everything is his fault, of course) Christians know what I’m talking about when I say this. We were made in the image of God, or, we were made to be like God, to reflect Him. If He made us, htat means we are His children. All of us, whether we like it or not, and if He is God and we are His kids, then we are gods, that is common sense. (There is obviously so much more to write on this, I will get to that later) Yet we ridicule these gods when they do something wrong. These ridiculously highly priced individuals get laughed at instead of gently guided into the right direction and the truth, which they so deserve to know. The whole truth, that is, and you know what I’m talking about, I hope.

   There is cause, and there is affect. Always has been and always will be. There is also the power of choice of course, but how can we be so sure that we wouldn’t have made that same mistaken decision if we were in his or her place, in his or her skin, and also with his or her history? Life is so hard because people always want to do good, but there are always things that are standing in the way to do that. Things that irritate us and hurt us and make us want to do the opposite of what we really actually desire to do in our hearts. And that’s why we need grace! I didn’t know I would come to that conclusion in the end. I didn’t want to write about the same things all the time, but time and time again, the more I learn about people and this life, the more I learn just how impossible it is to be trully good without Him. We need grace because grace is the forgiveness that we don’t deserve, and the Holy Spirit Who comes to us after we have received that forgiveness, as I said before, because we need Him inside to guide us and to lead us as a Friend, a very dear friend.




I hope that we will all learn understanding and see things for the way they really are and the way that people are for who they are, instead of just how we are, and how we think they should be, and stop judging other people.