365 True Things: 198/Judgment

I walked past the "offending" Halloween house this afternoon (see yesterday's entry), and I am assuaged: there are a couple of three-quarter-size skeletons, one sitting on a vinyl kitchen chair; a few random cobwebby decorations; "Trick or Treat" (in lights, but you can actually read it when it's not lit); a witch on a broomstick. Downhome decorations: nothing highly commercial. Probably a kid lives in that house, and the parents want to get the kid psyched. Maybe it'll be his or her first time trick-or-treating.

But assuaged or not, I'm also a little ashamed, or maybe chastised is the better word—by my judging. They're not hurting anything, or anyone—least of all me—with their enthusiasm. (Especially given that I don't live across the street from them.) Indeed, the fact that they couldn't even find all-orange lights but had to supplement with red—close enough—is somewhat endearing. Never mind what I said yesterday.

They're just having fun. (Cue Sheryl Crow.)

. . . I try not to be judgmental. Heaven knows, I'm not perfect. And I don't want people judging me for that, either.

Those who live in glass houses should not throw stones. (Geoffrey Chaucer)

Why do you see the speck that is in your brother's eye, but do not notice the log that is in your own eye? (Matthew 7:3)

Judging is acting on limited knowledge. Learn the art of observing without evaluating. (Pushpa Rana)

I often have to tell myself to lighten up. I'm too serious.

I should do it more often.

So here are a few graphics I'm posting to myself. By way of a reminder.

 

 

 

And maybe I should stock up on trick-or-treat candy. Just in case.