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Judge Me Not

I've never understood overly religious people. I'm not saying its a bad thing to be religious of course I'm not but what I don't understand is why these people seem to think it is their RIGHT to look down their noses and judge other people.

As far as I know the only one who can judge us at the end of the day is God, so when did it become acceptable for any Tom, Dick and Harry to start passing judgement on others?

What people fail to realise is that we are not judged on our physical as such but by our intentions, our spiritual self and our hearts. You may look at a person and not believe they are necessarily religious based on how they are dressed but what do you know of that persons heart? You know nothing.

This person could be the type who devotes all of their time to helping their sick grand parents, or doing things for the poor in their community. These are acts of kindness, acts of a person with a compassionate heart. A good heart.

You don't need to ram your beliefs down people's throats for them to see you are a man/woman of faith. So because you are shouting the loudest you are the best Christian, Muslim, Hindu, Jew? No!! So because you've just read a chapter from your holy book, you think you now know it all and this gives you the right to judge the person next to you? No!!

I'm not the type of person to sit back and tell every one they're going to hell for one reason or another because a, it's not my place and b, I'm not perfect myself so how dare I preach to or judge another.

Nobody has any right to judge another person because you do not know what is in that persons heart and more importantly it is not your place. Concentrate on bettering yourself and worry less about condemning others. If you really want to help them, show them through your GOOD actions. After all.....actions speak louder than words.

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  1. if they were religious they wudnt judge. they are fanatics.

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