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Humility is not optional; it is survival. Life has a way of flipping tables without notice.
There is a divine nobility in the act of listening, an art so rare, yet so redemptive.
To truly listen is to open one’s heart without bias, to receive the brokenness of others without sharpening stones of condemnation.
Judgement is often the loud scream of an insecure soul that hasn’t examined its own closet
The one who listens with love realizes this timeless truth: We are all merely scars wrapped in skin, sinners dressed in different costumes.
Those who rush to judge rarely take time to understand; for in understanding, judgement dissolves.
And the humble heart, having listened deeply, knows this, If you knew the whole story, you’d drop the stone you picked.
Those who truly listens do not have the nerve to judge and those who judge have not truly listened!
No man is truly qualified to sit on the throne of judgment, because no man is without the secret skeleton of flaw. That person you’re pointing at today simply got caught before you. The only difference between the exposed and the applauded is time and circumstance.
The cleanest robes may still have hidden stains only the night sees. So we must all walk with reverence, not arrogance. Be cautious before you draw the dagger of shame on another’s neck, yours may yet be drawn in a more public square.
There is a divine nobility in the act of listening, an art so rare, yet so redemptive.
To truly listen is to open one’s heart without bias, to receive the brokenness of others without sharpening stones of condemnation.
Judgement is often the loud scream of an insecure soul that hasn’t examined its own closet.
The one who listens with love realizes this timeless truth: We are all merely scars wrapped in skin, sinners dressed in different costumes.
Those who rush to judge rarely take time to understand; for in understanding, judgement dissolves.
And the humble heart, having listened deeply, knows this, If you knew the whole story, you’d drop the stone you picked.
Those who truly listens do not have the nerve to judge and those who judge have not truly listened!
No man is truly qualified to sit on the throne of judgment, because no man is without the secret skeleton of flaw. That person you’re pointing at today simply got caught before you. The only difference between the exposed and the applauded is time and circumstance.
The cleanest robes may still have hidden stains only the night sees. So we must all walk with reverence, not arrogance. Be cautious before you draw the dagger of shame on another’s neck, yours may yet be drawn in a more public square.
Humility is not optional; it is survival. Life has a way of flipping tables without notice.
This, however, is not an excuse to live recklessly in secret. Instead, it is a clarion call to higher personal accountability. Be your own judge in private, before the world becomes your jury in public
Judge yourself daily with truth and discipline. Uphold yourself to divine standards, not out of fear of being caught, but out of honor for your soul.
When we learn from the broken stories of others, we grow wiser, not prouder. Every fall you see in another is a silent invitation to check your own footing. We must not mock those who fall, but mend their wounds if we are able, and when correction is necessary, let it come from love, not loathing
So when someone opens their mouth to speak their pain, their mistake, their story, don’t be quick to measure their worth with your limited lens.
Listen. Truly listen. And if love doesn’t lead your next action, be still. Silence is better than a hypocrite’s judgement. Pocket your verdict. Mind your own becoming. For one day, perhaps soon, the scales may tip and you may sit where they sat and then the question will be: Who will listen to you without the dagger?
