So, how can I keep silence in the face of injustice, or turn a blind eye to the abuse of others?
Now before you think I am going to post one of the memes that you’ve seen in Facebook of little children separated from parents, or not separated from parents. Or a meme that wraps itself in a mantle of righteousness espousing one political agenda over another, you are going to be disappointed – if that is your expectation.
There is enough corruption in the camps of any political camp that I will not align myself with any, as well as some well documented truths that cause me to momentarily gasp, just to see a bit of hope.
I so love people on both sides of every issue that I want to support their movement toward a loving God rather than question their sense, integrity, and loyalty by blindly lumping them into disposable categories and pushing them aside.
My question is some pondering for myself. What is it in me that allows me to keep silence in the face of injustice? I grew up in the 1960s-70s, used language of bigotry, and acted as though the circumstances of the inner city blacks in Detroit was the result of their own choices. After all, they chose to live in marginal areas of town. They dressed differently, drove different vehicles, ate different foods and were all about “Soul” this and “Soul” that.
We, on the other hand, were not like them. We left areas when they began to become run down, moving further into the suburbs. We preferred to shop in our own area of town, eat in our own restaurants, and enjoy our own entertainment. We just did normal things, typical things, things like everyone else who were like us.