If we are enlightened at all, each of us tries to stay far, far away from judgment. When I catch myself doing it, I quickly back off, remember I am human and give the grace to others I so desperately seek for myself.
Even so, I wonder about the times I don’t catch myself. I cannot know what I don’t know, thus, surely there are times too numerous to count when I, in all my human egotism, do not catch myself being judgmental.
Today, I am not afraid to admit to at least one of those times to you. Just don’t tell anyone else, okay?
Once, long ago, I had a friend. It was this time of year and we were gearing up at what was not then the Young Family Ranch & Zombie Apocalypse Retreat, but simply the Young Family Abode. Plans had been laid for the annual Chili-fest & Spudnut Fry Off and I invited my new friend to abandon her door answering post and join us for the evening.
We lived in a popular neighborhood for trick-or-treaters and so it would be a busy and festive night.
“Great,” my friend agreed! “We’ll bring the candy I already bought. I buy Smarties because I’m not wasting good money on chocolate for a bunch of children.”
And so I judged. I did. I’m not holding back here, I was in total judgment. To be honest, this was the beginning of the demise of the relationship. It wasn’t an immediate death, but sure as a slow poisoning, day by day the friendship withered and ultimately died a death of little note.
If you like Smarties, more power to you. If you cannot spend much money on candy, sure, I get that. But there was something inelegant about the whole affair I simply could not get over.
I am long since past my judgment. It was uglier of me to judge than anything she did. I own that.
That said, there is a place I aspire to live that is generous and never withholds affection or chocolate. It is a place where children love to gather, where people feel welcome and where you won’t feel judged when you stop by.
This place is less about giving out Smarties and more about giving one’s best, hoping that energy spreads like the best of all viruses and ultimately a bit of it lands back on your own doorstep. Just a smidge. No need to horde here.
To give with all one’s heart, the best you have, it’s the best of habits. It is the ultimate trick or treat. No judgment about it.
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