Who made you judge over me?
Let’s get girly and quote Sara Bareilles: “Who died and made you king of anything?”
Or better yet, Tupac: “Only God can judge me.” That one’s actually Biblical.
I don’t think any of us like being judged. In fact, very few things upset us more than when we are or feel judged.
So why is it that we are all so good at judging others? Seriously, we’re all pretty talented in that arena. Let’s give ourselves a hand!
Obviously I’m not talking about the kind of judgment that’s laid down by people like Judy, Mathis, or the People’s Court. I’m talking about that thing we do when we write people off, dismiss and discredit their very being because of our lack of compassion or willingness to understand their transgression or circumstance.
We might be really good about being open-minded and non-judgmental in one regard but in other areas, especially the ones that we excel at or feel blameless in, we are pretty quick about reaching certain conclusions.
It’s also funny because we will also judge things that we know very little to nothing about! What is that?
Like before I had kids, I used to judge parents who were super strict about their kids’ sleeping schedules and I thought that they were letting their children run their lives. “Live a little!” I used to think. I knew nothing about their world and yet I judged it. I’m on the other side of that coin now and I understand... and now I’m the one that’s probably getting judged. Painful!
So here’s the thing: if we judge things within our area of expertise and we also judge things or circumstances we know very little about, this means that we are judging all the time. This is just stupid.
I’ll be honest. I’m pretty judgmental toward judgmental people. Also: people who don’t line waste baskets with bags before throwing their crap in… but more often than not I judge judgmental people.
I think, “why are they so judgmental? What makes them so superior in their minds? What losers! Arrgghh!”
And then I’m reminded that I’m no better.
That’s the point. I’m no better, you’re no better. Nobody is perfect. Nobody is perfect.
What would happen if we were more predisposed to dishing out grace, understanding, and good ol’ fashioned “benefit of the doubt” to people and situations we are tempted to judge and dismiss?
When was the last time you felt judged? How has that affected you? What do you tend to be judgmental about?