Who Made Me A Judge?

Somebody walks into a room; “Why are they wearing THAT” we think.

“How inappropriate”, we muse.

“They couldn't even be bothered to colour-code their outfit”, ladies tut.

“That’s too tight. That’s too stripy.  That’s too low, too high”.

Well, Judge Serge, who appointed YOU a fashion guru?

Who made me an Attire Consultant?

Who gave me the RIGHT to judge someone else?

Who asked my opinion anyway?

The truth is, nobody asked me, I have no right and it’s none of my business anyway.

If I set myself up as a Judge, and point my finger at others, my gracious, what a terrible responsibility I have dumped on myself. What a burden.

Of course we know, when we point, three fingers point back at us.

Jesus taught: If we judge others, we will be judged by the same measure.

So, I will do myself a favour, and release myself from the unnecessary role of Judge and Critic, and I will release other people to be, do, wear whatever they want, and I choose to accept myself and others, full stop.

Now, the world is a better place….