Two monks enjoyed each other’s company as they walked the hot and dusty pilgrim trail. When they came to a river crossing their path, they saw poor woman crying and grieving the fact that she was unable to cross the river on her own. One of the monks gathered her up in his arms and carried her across the river. Once on the other side, he put her down, she thanked him, and they went their separate ways.
The other monk had grown silent and looked disturbed. He finally spoke out, “Brother, don’t you know that it is against our laws to touch a woman?” The monk answered, “Brother, I picked her up, carried her across the river and put her down. You are still carrying her.”
And so it is when I sit in judgement of another. Playing judge never suits me well. It always ends up with me weighed down and miserable. I take on burdens that God never intended for me to carry. God alone is the judge.
Gracious God, bless me with the wisdom and humility to be who you have called me to be—no more, no less. Forgive me for when I try to take on roles that belong to you alone. Thank you for your daily grace and mercies. Amen.