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Introduction To The House of Carr
Introduction To The House of Carr

05.05.05

In honor of Cinco De Mayo [did you know that the Mexicans defeated the French to gain independence? Another reason to love this holiday] and my affinity for Mexican food, I decided to grace you with my list of top five Mexican restaurants here in Cincinnati. I sure do love the Mexican food. So here we go, in reverse order.

5 Taco Bell- paying homage to the patriarchs, TB created the Mexican food market in the US. Interesting fact: Larry Collins, a guy from our church, used to work for Taco Bell and invented the Double Decker Taco. Good idea.

4 Don Pablo's- Until the recent explosion of authentic Mexican restaurants, Don's was the place to get your fix. The probably win the prize for best tortilla chips anywhere. I always order the dang quesa-dilla.

3 Qdoba- I decided to chose just one of the burrito places and Qdoba is my choice. Honorable mention goes to Chipotle who just missed out because of the absence of nacho cheese from their menu. How can you do Mexican without even the possibility of nacho cheese? Seriously Chipotle, add the nacho cheese and you're on the list. These new burrito places are my favorite new fast food-like restaurants.

2 Fiesta Bravo- authentic Mexican food done fast and well. They have great salsa. one time Kelly and I caught them before a holiday and they gave us a whole container of their salsa that I ate for three days. This is the closest Mexican place to our house but, even if it wasn't, I'd go out of my way to eat Fiesta Bravo.

1 El Rancho Grande- Yes, by far, the best Mexican place in town. You know it's good when we could be at Fiesta Bravo in two minutes, but we'll drive almost twenty minutes to get to El Rancho Grande. Located right off the Sharonville exit off I-275, the quality of the food and speed by which they get it to you makes it the ultimate dining experience. True, the ambiance leaves something to be desired, but the food is so good you don't even notice. You're loco if you don't try their burrito loco. Currently El Rancho holds the title of my favorite restaurant. If you've never been here, you need to go- today. El Rancho Rocks!

Olé!

Living through college as a Christian

Even though the audience of my blog is diverse in age, I wanted to put up a link to this story concerning college students and faith. Time Magazine sent a reporter to Indiana University to explore how Christians deal with sin and debauchery prevalent on campus. The most common answer: they insulate themselves in a Christian subculture.

For years Christian organizations have done their best to infiltrate college campuses around the country, knowing how critical it is to reach young adults with the message of Jesus. Unfortunately, some of these groups become a holy huddle, adhering to a garbage-in/garbage-out gospel [I laughed when I read the part in the article about Christian college students staying in on a Friday night to watch The Incredibles on DVD]. I know some of you reading this are involved in these campus groups or you have been involved with them in the past. I'd really be interested to hear what you think about the article. It's a few page read, but I'd encourage you to read it through.

Food, glorious food!

Here we go again: a man in North Carolina found a severed finger in his frozen custard. And apparently this one's legit because one of the employees admitted to losing the finger. Clarence Stowers was Mr. Lucky when he discovered the dessert he bought from Kohl's Frozen Custard Sunday night had an extra bonus.

Now I know this might gross some of you out, but I'm loving this so you gotta read his quote:

"I thought it was candy because they put candy in your ice cream ... to make it a treat. So I said, 'OK, well, I'll just put it in my mouth and get the ice cream off of it and see what it is.'"

That's awesome. How many of you have ever done that while eating ice cream? My next question would be how many of you will ever do that with your ice cream again? Maybe these latest food mishaps will cause the public to stop going out to eat so much. But most of us are delusional when it comes to what we actually put into our mouths. Honestly, have you ever really thought about where your food comes from? Who's handled it and how has it been prepared? If you were to think about it long and hard about it, you'd probably die from starvation.

So what's the big deal about the finger? Come on, it was like finding the prize in a box of Captain Crunch. Old Clarence will get a nice payout, which he can use to buy a new car or house or something, all because he was the lucky one. You are what you eat, I guess.

I had two hot dogs at the golf course yesterday. 'Nuff said.

Fore!

We had our staff golf scramble today at the Greencrest golf course in West Chester. Our team tied for first [but because there were only three teams, I guess we really tied for second to last]. During the first three holes we played, it was beautiful out; the sun was shining and the temperature was in the low fifties. For the rest of the day, the sun hid behind the clouds, the wind picked up and we froze our butts off. But hey, I was out playing golf on a Monday. It's still good livin'.

I really struggle with golf because it's different than any other sport I've played. I'm not naturally athletic, so I usually compensate by hustling as much as possible. The problem is, it's impossible to hustle in golf. You have to have your body under complete control, which is difficult for me to do. So I hit a few good shots today, but I hit a few ugly ones too. I've come to the realization that, even though we share the same birthday, I am not Tiger Woods. I've resigned myself to fact that I just need to keep it simple, go out and play, and not let it get to me that I'm not that good.

I'll just stand over the ball, draw back the club and do my best Ty Webb "Na, na, na, na, na. na, na, na, na, na"

Where are those good old fashioned values . . .

I want to open up a little here about one of the television shows I watch. In doing so, I'm not trying to offend anyone, but am just being honest about what I find entertaining. I'll admit, I'm a little timid about opening myself up like this because there's always someone anxious to play holier than thou [especially when a minister is concerned]. But I trust you, so I shouldn't be worried at all. Levy any complaints to me personally.

One of my favorite shows is back: Family Guy returned to Fox tonight. A new episode was shown for the first time in something like four years. For those unfamiliar with it, Family Guy an adult themed cartoon that was a few years ahead of its time. It's not as irreverant as South Park, but pushes the limits a bit more than the Simpsons. It developed a cult following a few years after Fox cancelled it, but what brought it back to the prime time schedule was a great reception it received on Cartoon Network's Adult Swim which aires at 11pm. It outdrew Letterman and Leno among 18 to 35 males. Personally, I enjoy the brand of edgy humor that drives Family Guy.

Tonight's episode probably went a little further than what I prefer [they joked about Mel Gibson producing a Passion of The Christ 2 co-starring Chris Tucker], but there were a few lines that still have me laughing. Here's how they set up the best one of the night: Mel Gibson is chasing Peter and Lois with a gun and runs off the edge of Mount Rushmore, falling to his death. Lois remarks to Peter, "I can't believe he just ran off that cliff." To this Peter replies, "Of course he did. Everyone knows that Christians don't believe in gravity."

I don't know if any of you Christians find that offensive, but I find it hilarious. I really can't explain why, but I swear it's funny. To end this post, here are some quotes of my favorite Family Guy character Stewie. Stewie is an intelligent baby with a British accent who is intent on world domination:

"There's always been a lot of tension between Lois and me, and it's not so much that I want to kill her, it's just, I want her not to be alive anymore."

"Hey, mother, I come bearing a gift. I'll give you a hint. It's in my diaper and it's not a toaster."

"Let me guess, you picked out yet another colorful box with a crank that I'm expected to turn and turn until OOP! big shock, a jack pops out and you laugh and the kids laugh and the dog laughs and I die a little inside."

Who doesn't want to marry a millionaire?

I missed this news story during the past couple of days, but find it interesting. A bride-to-be down in Atlanta was four days away from getting married in a huge ceremony. There were 14 bridesmaids and 14 groomsmen. The thirty-two year old lady was nervous about the wedding so she ran away. I'm sure this happens all the time, but this lady then calls her fiancee [and the police] falsely claiming she had been kidnapped. The people in the woman's hometown begin a huge search only to discover the hoax; she ran off to Vegas and ended broke in Albuquerque, New Mexico.

Just a few thoughts, here. How encouraging would it be for the groom that your fiancee doesn't want to marry you so she runs away and fakes getting kidnapped? I mean, a note or an email saying "I just don't think I'm ready for this" would've been a little easier for the guy to take. I'm sure this incident will do wonders for his self-esteem. Fortunately for him, most of the focus will be on her and her loco-ness. I can understand wanting to back out of nuptials, but don't do it by involving local and state law enforcement officers. And how lit would you be if you were one of those 28 people in the wedding party? You know for a wedding that big the dress/tuxedo wasn't cheap. And since the ceremony never happened, they probably won't even get the little gift for participating. What a rip off!

You see, this goes to prove what I always tell the couples I counsel before weddings: communication is the key. You'd better get it right before you get married, otherwise your fiancee could fake a kidnapping. It happens.

Love That VH1

Before we head off to church this evening, we're getting some Saturday chores done while the tv is on. On VH1 right now they're playing a show called the 40 Least Hip Hop Moments; I'm loving it. Making the list was Will Smith's "Getting Jiggy With It" and Kris Kross's backwards clothes wearing habits. I can't wait till they pull out the Color Me Badd.

Remember years ago when VH1 was the "uncool" music network? It was music for old people. Then came Behind The Music and they've been getting younger and younger in the music they cover. They making a living out of these culture and list shows [I love watching Best Week Ever]. Unlike MTV, at least they have actual music on their station.

I have to admit, it's one of my favorite tv channels. But maybe it hasn't changed as much as I've gotten older.

A NEW BEIT CARR

I decided that six months in, I needed some kind of change with the blog appearance. There's not much to chose from when it comes to Blogger [whose server space I use] so until I go big time with this thing and start paying for server space, I'll take what they give. I played around with some other free templates, but they had these little glitches that were driving me crazy, so here's the new look. Hope it works for you.

I Need Your Help

I have a social experiment I want to conduct.

I'm the webmaster of our church's website. Recently I've been accessing the stats on pages views, to see where people go when they come to the website. Just for fun, we checked out the staff bios that people check out. Here is the ranking of the ministers:

1. Tom Moll [obviously, he's the man]
2. Troy Clark
3. Mary Jane Burgess
4. Nate Grella [the newbie minister]
5. Howard Pauley
6. Me
7. Max Boothby
8. David Lautzenheiser
9. Mike Allen

Sixth place, people! Sixth place in a nine man race! That's just not acceptable. So here's the deal: there's no way I'm going to surpass the hits that Tom gets [everyone wants to know about the preacher], but second place is definitely attainable. Go to the staff page on our church's website [http://www.ccmason.org/staff.htm] and click on my bio on the page. Do it once or twice a day for the next couple of days. I'm betting if all of you reading this just went and did it, I'd be right behind the boss in no time.

Some of you might think this is the stupidest request in the world but hey, even the newbie is getting more hits than me. I just want to see what effect me posting this on my blog has on my hit counter. And I know some of you will feel guilty about poor little Mike Allen being in last place, so go ahead and click his bio too. Just don't do me wrong here. He can grovel for his own support on his blog.
I'm going the distance! Rudy! Rudy! Rudy! Remember the Titans! Nobody puts Baby in the corner. Peace in the Middle East.

"Whoa, we're halfway there . . ."

I was thinking about this blog this morning and I looked back into my previous posts . This past Monday was the six-month anniversary of Beit Carr**. I guess since I've made it this far, I'm in it for the long haul.

My wife told me this morning that I inspired yet another convert into the kingdom of blogdom. This is only the second person I know about that started because of me, but I swear, we're starting a revolution [Jesus only started with 12 people, so poop on you skeptics. NOT THAT I THINK I'M JESUS. I'm just making a numerical point here. I think I'm losing my mind]. Anyway, I left a post on Brynn's new blog to get things started for her. Here's part of what I wrote:

I love the bloggin'. Not only has blogging helped me learn more about who I am, but it introduced me to a brand new audience of people I can offend. I've only been at it six months, but here's my simple advice for a good blog.

1) Be careful who you bash. There are tons of bloggers out there who make a living ripping on other people. That's the epitome of uncreativity. Nobody likes hanging around a critic because they never know if they might be the next one criticized.

2) Watch your p's and q's. Even though I use spell checker, I still mess up grammar every once in awhile. There's nothing more painful than to look back at something you posted the day before and read something stupid you wrote like, "I is for me tummy."

3) Don't try to hit a home run every time. It's tough to manufacture humor and depth everyday, so sometimes I just throw stuff out there that is neither. You'd be surprised how interesting a short post on paper cuts can be.

So hopefully you enjoy the stuff I'm putting out there. Even if you don't, I'm not sure that I care. I'm just trying to be me, man- keepin' it real and gettin' paid. So here's to another six months of this great social experiment playing out before the masses. Who knows where it'll take us.

**Something I never knew until my wife made aware to me a few months ago is that my blog's name is in the Bible in I Samuel 7:10,11:

"While Samuel was sacrificing the burnt offering, the Philistines drew near to engage Israel in battle. But that day the Lord thundered with loud thunder against the Philistines and threw them into such a panic that they were routed before the Israelites. The men of Israel rushed out of Mizpah and pursued the Philistines, slaughtering them along the way to a point below Beth Car."

"Beth" is the NIV way of spelling out "Beit," the Hebrew word for "house." I didn't know it was in the Bible when I named my blog. But I think that just reaffirms my spiritual depth as the Bible pours out of me even when I don't know it. I guess it's interesting that a slaughter took place there. Sorta sounds like my style. Welcome to Beit Carr.

About Kentucky . . .

WARNING: This post will get me in trouble!

Howard Pauley [our Seniors Minister], Mary Jane Burgess [our Childrens Minister] and I are heading down to Louisville tonight to see Drew Humphreys [longtime CCM intern] get ordained. Actually we're not going TO Louisville. We're going THROUGH Louisville to New Albany, Indiana. But honestly, it might as well be Louisville since it's right across the Ohio River.

Louisville is a nice city. As a University of Cincinnati fan, I have strong disdain for the Louisville Cardinals, but I'm cool with everything else down there. Interestingly enough, Kelly and my's first vacation after our honeymoon was a couple of days in Louisville checking out the interesting sights around town. There's Churchill Downs, a beautiful riverfront area, good restaurants; overall it's a cool place to be. If you're ever down there, just make sure you pronounce the city's name correctly: it's Lou-uh-ville. Seriously, the locals will respect you for it.

I'd like let those unfamiliar with Kentucky and Kentucky living in on a little secret. If I were to ask you, "In what state are Louisville and Lexington located?" you would probably answer, "Kentucky." I would then tell you that you are wrong. Louisville and Lexington might be located within the state boundaries, but they're so not Kentucky, just like Northern Kentucky is not Kentucky. Trust me, my family roots are from Kentucky, I married a Kentucky girl- I know what I'm talking about here.

Yes, there are pockets of true Kentucky within these urban areas- just visit a Wal-Mart[but then again, if you visit a Wal-Mart in Hamilton, Ohio, or even off Fields Ertel road, it'll feel like Kentucky, so that proves nothing]. Louisville and Lexington are far too refined to be considered Kentucky. These are places with the latest stores and restaurants. The people dress in the latest fashions and drive beautiful cars. There are certain stereotypes that we Northerners keep concerning Kentuckians [shoeless, toothless, mullet laden] that are completely absent from these metro areas. I SWEAR, IF YOU SAW ONE OF THEM ON THE STREET YOU WOULDN'T BE ABLE TO POINT THEM OUT BECAUSE THEY LOOK JUST LIKE US! I know I might take some grief from my in-laws and wife for stating this, but it's all meant to be a compliment. Any of you could easily pass for Northerners . . . well, except for the accents.
This isn't just mindless Kentucky bashing- I really love the Bluegrass State. I'd much rather drive through Kentucky than Indiana [don't get me started on them stinkin' Hoosiers]. I just thought it was about time that someone set the record straight. Maybe they can finally fix those geography books and claim Lexington, Louisville and Northern Kentucky as what they really are: Kentucky territories. Let's leave the designation for true Kentucky places like Maysville, Pineville, Grayson and yes- Hazard [insert General Lee Horn sound effect here].
Dang it! I forgot my passport! Guess I'll have to run home and get it before heading south.

Best TV moment of the month

We're sitting here watching the Amazing Race. One of the leading teams has been a dating couple named Ron and Kelly. Kelly was a former beauty queen, and Ron fought in the Iraqi war and was taken as a prisoner of war in the conflict. Kelly begins a tirade on how Ron never finishes anything. The conversation goes as follows:

Kelly: That's your problem. You don't commit.
Ron: Sure, that's my problem. I only committed by joining the military.
Kelly: Yeah, and you found a way to get out of that.
Ron: What do you mean?
Kelly: You were a POW, so you didn't have to finish.
Ron: That was my plan all along. Get taken prisoner and be tortured so I could get out of the military.

Classic.

I doubt that Kelly will be speaking for any veterans' gatherings in the near future. Hence the beauty of reality TV. People say the darndest things and we get to watch.

Rainy Days and Wednesdays . . .

I didn't go to work today. No, I'm not being rebellious. Tuesdays are my day off. Life in the ministry is a little different, having to work weekends, so I get a day off during the week to make up for it. When I was first in the ministry [the Madeira Church of Christ, in case you're wondering], I took Fridays. It was pretty cool because Kelly was finishing up at Northern Kentucky University and for one semester she didn't have classes on Fridays. And since we didn't have services on Saturdays, we were able to spend two days together without having anything to do. It was a great way to start off our marriage.

While working at Cincinnati Bible College or Cincinnati Christian University or wherever the crap I worked, I worked Mondays through Fridays which gave me the taste of how real people live. I actually had a weekend. If we wanted to run away for a Saturday and Sunday there was nothing stopping us. It was sort of liberating, but since we were heavily involved at Oak Hills Christian Church, we really didn't run away that much. But still, Friday nights were great, as the weekend was ahead of me and Sunday nights were dreadful, as the work week laid waiting.

Since I've come to CCM, I take Tuesdays off. Some people are surprised that I chose that day, but I really was just being flexible. Those staff members who have families like to take Friday to give them some kind of weekend feel, so I just picked a day the "family guys" don't take. Since all of us are in on Mondays for our staff meetings, I was left with Tuesday, Wednesday, or Thursday. Of these three days, which day did I least want to be in the office? Tuesdays.

I love Tuesdays. They're awesome. Tuesdays are my Saturdays. And Mondays are no longer bad because Mondays are my Fridays. I guess that makes Wednesdays my Mondays, but honestly they don't feel like Mondays. In case you're wondering, Thursdays still feel like Thursdays and Fridays still feel pretty Friday-ish, but not so much. And forget about Sundays- I have no idea what those are like.

So if I ask you what day of the week it is, it's not that I'm absent minded. I'm just on a different calendar.

For My Wife

I could tell Kelly wasn't sleeping well last night. And I knew this morning when she wasn't getting up that she was out of commission. Yep, I have a sick wife at home.

Now I'm not trying to cause any trouble with my fellow men-folk, but it seems that we of the testosterone-driven persuasion handle illnesses worse than them estrogen-laden creatures do. I know, this is me releasing a stereotype to the general public, but I believe it to be true: men milk sickness for everything it's worth. My saying this might be breaking some sort of man code of silence about the issue, but we should fearlessly admit our short-comings so we can meet the future head-on! Trust me, men! We must diffuse this weapon of mass destruction that women can [and have been able to] use on us. Let's get it all out on the table: We're babies when we're sick. We want women to sympathize and take care of us. It's tough being a man! Now get me some stinkin' chicken noodle soup!!!

Case in point: the week before last I had some kind of ear infection type thing that gave me the sniffles for a few days. One of those days I had to go into work while I had a fever. I claimed victory over the sickness, unwilling to let it hold me down. My temperature was a blazing 99.1 degrees, but I was able to persevere. Just to keep people informed, I sent around one of those prayer emails that read like this:

"Please keep me in your prayers today as I'm suffering with some sort of severe illness. I'm not sure exactly what I have but I refuse to seek medical attention for it, as there are other people in more dire circumstances than I. I do not know what will happen as a result, but if the Lord calls me home today, don't feel bad for not taking me seriously. I find inspiration from the words of the great poet Gloria Gaynor: 'I will survive.'"

I installed a web cam in my office so people could monitor my progress throughout the day. Channel 9 News did a story on my entitled, "The man who refused to quit." By the time I got home that night, Kelly had seen "Save Steve" spray painted on the Warren County water tower and knew my condition was serious. She waited on me hand and foot the remainder of the evening; the chicken noodle soup flowed like water in a flash flood, my friends! Luckily, I survived.

Conversely, I find reactions to illness to be different with most women. My mother would be sick about two days a year and she usually faked being well so she could get stuff done. I honestly can't remember a time where she was sick for consecutive days; I'm sure she was, but never let it show. I think the day after my sister was born she left the hospital and proceeded to build our house with her bear hands. Kelly's cut out of the same mold. That's why I know she's not feeling well today, because she'd be at work if she could. She's gotta have something like malaria. Is that contagious?

So my wife's at home today feeling horrible and I'm at work feeling fine. While I do feel a bit guilty about not being sick with her, she'll have to go this one alone. Fortunately I just added Apple's Airport Express at home, so she can get on the laptop wirelessly while she's bed ridden and surf the web. And she'll probably get some work done this afternoon while, if I was home sick, I'd be messing around with fantasy baseball stuff. Yep, typical male.

Hope you feel better, baby. You're the champ. Promise I'll take care of you when I get home- and all the chicken noodle soup you want.

Can I get a refill?

Some of you remember a post I did a few months ago [February 21st to be exact] about my fountain Diet Coke obsession. I'd like to make an addendum to my list of best places to get a good DC fountain beverage. Allow me to introduce the Marathon Gas Station at the intersection of Route 42 and Snider Road in Mason. I was tipped off about it by some people in one of my Sunday School classes. They have Diet Coke and Cherry Coke on tap [mixed perfectly, they form a lethal combination] PLUS the small ice cubes that you find at Frisch's. Oh, it's just about perfect. I see only two draw backs: 1) Location. It's nowhere near the paths that I ususally traverse, so I have to make a special trip. 2) Styrofoam cups. I've never really liked styrofoam cups. There's something unnatural about it. Yes, it'll keep your beverage cold, a definite bonus. But if I accidentally scratch the cup with your finger nail, it's likely that I'll have goosebumps for five minutes afterward.

So give me a plastic up and relocate the place to Mason Montgomery Road and it'd be heavenly. I give it an eight on a one-to-ten scale. The place is right next to the post office there, so maybe I'll offer to make some mail runs in the near future. Me loves the Diet Coke.

Let It Snow? Part 2

Punxsutawney Phil saw his shadow this year, and I was ticked.

Just in case you didn't know, if that stupid groundhog sees his shadow on February 2nd, there's supposed to be six more weeks of winter. This year he did. But I went back and checked the calendar and we're now twelve weeks removed from Groundhog's Day. So I'm rather confused that it's one week until May and there's snow on the ground.

So anyway, I'm usually out of the house by 7:00 on Sunday mornings. I like coming into church when everything is really quiet. And ususally this is the best time of year to do it with pristine spring mornings, soft sun rays peaking through the clouds, the sound of birds biding the day come as flowers and trees continue to bloom. And I stare out the window this morning, wearing a winter coat and a sweater, doing my best to stay warm. Kelly "changed over" her closet last week, packing away her winter clothes and bringing out the spring and summer attire. I didn't, so it was a piece of cake finding something appropriate to wear in these artic conditions.

I never considered myself to be one of those cold weather wussies, but apparently I am. I can handle the cold, but I prefer to wade into it rather than dive right in. And actually, it's not that cold out, but this stretch of warm weather we had makes it seem much colder than it really is. If it was January and we had this kind of weather, it'd be no big deal. But give me this stuff after a few gorgeous weeks of spring and I get downright bitter.

Stinkin' freezing weather. Makes you want to choke a groundhog, doesn't it?

You Never Know

I've been on this kick lately trying not to judge people's irrational and idiotic actions because I don't know what they've been through or are going through in life. Yes, I struggle with being judgmental. It really seems to come out when I'm driving. People's entire demeanors transform when they get behind the wheel of a car, and they do some ridiculous things on the road. So when some turd-bucket cuts me off on the expressway and proceeds to hit their breaks, I've tried to refrain from naughty words, telling myself "maybe they're going through a rough time." Don't get me wrong- I'm no saint; I'm still judgmental, but at least I'm working on it.

I went down to CCU this morning to play basketball again and, halfway down I-71, it started to pour. Since it was still dark outside, you could barely see twenty yards in front of you. By the time I reached campus I just wanted to find a parking place near the door so I wouldn't get drenched. There was an open space up front so I backed in, grabbed my stuff and ran inside- barely getting wet. By the time I left an hour or so later, the rain had stopped and it was lighter outside. I then discovered why the space so close to the door was available: it was a handicapped parking space. When I pulled in, it was dark and rainy and I had no idea I shouldn't have been parking there. Also, in my defense, they didn't have a sign up [it was only spray painted in white in the actual parking spot] and when I attended/worked there it wasn't a handicapped spot. All morning, though, I've been feeling like a jerk. I'm pretty sure no one needed the spot because it was pretty early, but you know someone drove by, saw my Explorer without a handicapped parking permit, and had the urge to slash my tires. That's how I feel when I see people who do what I did.

But maybe this is how God chose to reinforce the lesson he's teaching me. It's incredibly easy to point fingers of blame at people but sometimes you have no idea what's really going on. If I would only grant as much grace as I expect others to give me, I could turn out to be a good guy. So "judge not lest ye be judged yourself." Unless you're actually a judge. That would make it difficult for you to do your job if you didn't judge.