I am repenting of Judging. "Hi, my name is Suzanna and I am an Opiniaholic. I have been sober for 5 minutes."
I am trying Henri Nouwen's imagined life free from the need to judge anyone. Because it is a toxic drug (this preoccupation with being right), it keeps me from pain, joy, and being present with what is happening right now. Judgement snatches real life right out from under me.
I am not a doctor that needs to examine a patient. I am not a tax accountant that needs to keep track of numbers. I am not keeping the books of court or asked to manage a dangerous and complicated society.
So I am abdicating this self-built throne of observation and pronouncement. And when I try to crawl back onto it this afternoon, please people, remind me that I carry the "light burden of being Judged".
Forgive me for not enjoying your painting.
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If I could speak in any
language in heaven or
on earth but didn't love
others, I would only be
making meaningless noise
like a loud gong or a
clanging cymbal. If I
had the gift of prophecy,
and if I knew all the
mysteries of the future
and knew everything
about everything, but
didn't love others, what
good would I be? And
if I had the gift of faith
so that I could speak
to a mountain and make
it move, without love
I would be no good to
anybody. If I gave
everything I have to
the poor and even
sacrificed my body,
I could boast about it;
but if I didn't love others,
I would be of no value
whatsoever. Love is
patient and kind. Love
is not jealous or boastful
or proud or rude. Love
does not demand its
own way. Love is not
irritable, and it keeps
no record of when it
has been wronged.
It is never glad about
injustice but rejoices
whenever the truth
wins out. Love never
gives up, never loses
faith, is always hopeful,
and endures through
every circumstance.
May You Always
Experience This
Kind Of Love,
Dr. Howdy
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