A friend wanted to continue a conversation from awhile back. I had mentioned my effort to not have opinions and he wanted to hear more. 

"The trouble though with avoiding judgments is it can look like you don't care." I admitted. 

"Exactly!" he agreed. 

Not weighing in on the choices of everyone within reach means resisting throwing your weight around. You let them decide, without assigning yourself as the editorial critic. Me, with my armchair view of their complex life and a sliver of information, do well not to overrule theirs which is based less on theory and more on sweat equity. 

"But there are people who are counting on me, and I have to make decisions about what they are doing."

"I know. I don't have it all figured out," I shook my head. 

Perhaps it is like the difference between driving with both hands clutched on the steering wheel, vs. holding it with two fingers. It's less about the Herculean effort to Have Fewer Opinions, and more on releasing them. They continue to arrive in the queue of my attention like the scenery just outside the car window, but instead of clutching them and yanking them in the back seat, I just keep driving. 

"God gets that accusation a lot too." I said. 

"What?"

"Not caring. He loves our freedom like the apple of His eye, and that means, well, not forcing us to get it right. Which means He watches His children get hurt."

Sometimes genuine love is measured not just by what you say but by what you don't say.