I never thought I was a judgemental person until I was judged. It seemingly came out of nowhere. Making an innocent statement one minute, I was corrected and critiqued the next. And boy, did it sting. The person giving the judgement did not even realize it had happened. After all, it was just an opinion. Or was it?
How many times do we offer “sage” advice that sounds good to us but not to the person receiving it? How many times does it come across as the torturous clanging cymbal? (1 Corinthians 13:1). Thinking we are helping, what if, in fact, we are sprinkling salt into a wound, or unknowingly placing condemnation—however big or small—on another soul.