Who am I to judge? ~Pope Francis
I can’t get over the great diversity in the city – a kaleidoscope of people and a unique tale carried on everyone’s shoulders. I can’t get over it yet at the same time I find myself falling in judgement of others. In the Name of Love…we as a species need to quit judging others.
It’s the judgements…rather…the attitude that embraces judgmentalism that is responsible for many of today’s problems. And it is no help the buffoons in power – government power – religious power – capitalist power – communist power – stoke, feed, make money off this sickness infecting human souls.
Why is it so difficult to embrace the foundational teachings of the sages? They say love everyone. We respond we will give love to those worthy of love. They say be compassionate. We begrudgingly help our own. They say peace. We say only when the enemy is annihilated. We are a wretched species and I am no exception.
I was judgmental toward a commuter on the “L” today because they took up two seats in the sardine packed train. I judged the exceedingly long and dirty fingernails, the long greasy hair, the disheveled pants, the cheap shoes.
“Who am I to judge?”
A phrase my conscience dredged up and, rightfully, spat in my face. I looked closer. Tried to temper my understanding with compassion. He fidgeted with a pencil nonstop. He was nervous. He kept eyeballing the train stops. He seemed unsure as to when he would reach his destination. It may be that his anxiety needed to have space to surround him, to comfort him which is why he occupied two seats. Had another body sat in the adjacent seat would his stress level have bubbled over and damaged his soul?