Not My Job
By Mary Ann Samedi
Point fingers.
Throw verses like stones.
“Look at their sin! Look at their shame!”
As if Jesus handed us gavels
instead of grace.
But newsflash:
Condemnation is above my pay grade.
That’s God’s business, not mine.
He didn’t send His Son to condemn the world—
He sent Him to save it.
So why do we act like our calling card
is pointing out every flaw,
every stumble,
every scar?
No.
I’m not here to drag you down.
I’m here to lift Him up.
See, the Bible doesn’t tell me
to debate you into the Kingdom.
It tells me to be ready—
ready to give an answer
for the hope I have,
but to do it with gentleness and respect.
Not shouting matches.
Not ego battles.
Not “I win, you lose.”
Because truth without love is just noise.
And arguments without grace
are just walls that keep people out.
So let me be clear:
My job is to witness, not condemn.
To love, not attack.
To speak truth,
but soak it in kindness.
Because the God I serve?
He’s the Judge.
He’s the Savior.
He’s the one who convicts hearts.
Me?
I’m just called to reflect Him—
to show the love I didn’t deserve,
so maybe you’ll want to know the One
who gave it anyway.