I am not very good at sports involving rackets. Drawing is not a particularly strong talent of mine. I suck at video games. All of these are facts devoid of intrinsic value. It doesn’t really matter if I can whup ass at Wii Tennis. It does matter if I am going to whine. It matters if I decide that sucking at video games is why I can’t fit in with the cool kids and should instead blow off school and smoke dope. It matters if I become my own judge.
You know who doesn’t judge? Jesus. No, seriously, and this was something that kind of contradicted everything I thought I knew about the guy. But there is this line, John 8:15, wherein it is written “I judge no one.” The thing that confuses me is that I have for a long time been lead to believe that I will be judged, that there will be some sort of final accounting. A massive episode of “This Is Your Life” with points awarded or subtracted.
But if there are no points, then what? If he’s not keeping score, then I don’t have to keep score either do I? Not that this gives me free rein. Carte blanche. Absolute laissez to let les bon temps roulle. Why not? Because I don’t want to be that guy. And the things that make me that guy are the things I have tried to hide because I don’t want them to get me into trouble. I don’t want to be judged. Apparently, that’s not at issue and if not, I can ask for some help in getting them gone.