I knew He was speaking of that car in front.
“The license plate is current. The bumper sticker is Christian-based. The driver is a man. That’s pretty much it.”
“Very good, Son, very good.”
Father’s a Cool Dude. Ever the consummate Teacher, Friend, Guide, Confidant. Some liken Him unto the Shaolin priest, Master Po.
We drove on.
I beamed inside: My Father was proud of me, as I always of Him.
Why was Father proud?
On that day I passed the Judgment Test.
From where I originate judging (of others) is not allowed. Not taught. Not endorsed. Not encouraged. Not tolerated. Never has. Never will. End of topic.
“Huh?”
Was the driver native the state of the license plate? Was he a Christian? Was it his car? Of what race was the driver?
When a statement contains anything other than what you know as truth, it becomes a judgment. (An opinion by any other name.)
….“If one’s words are not better than silence, one should keep silent.” –Caine
Who do you make proud?
When’s the last time you told them that you appreciate their presence in your life?
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What does it mean, to know?
