Every now and then, somebody will ask whether ridicule has any place in righteous living. I always tell them the same thing: Well, if it was good enough for Jesus, it’s probably safe for the rest of us.
Righteous ridicule isn’t cruelty. It’s not punching down. It’s not making sport of the weak. It’s the old‑fashioned, plainspoken way of shining a light on nonsense so folks can see what they’re stepping in. It’s the moral equivalent of tapping a man on the shoulder and saying, “Say listen… you might want to check your shoes.”