I spent an hour after our boys were asleep watching eye-witness accounts from Iraq, Africa, and the streets of Ferguson. It all felt overwhelming. Yet it's real and relevant and involves living, breathing, hurting people.
If we are privileged enough, we can build a life for ourselves free of experiential injustice. Or at least one where the "injustices" we incur are limited to rude treatment by minimum wage employees and getting cut off in traffic. When we choose to live in that kind of fictitious world, we end up absorbing those inconveniences with the spirit of a martyr and anger of a prophet. That's how I often respond anyway.
I closed my computer, plagued with a sense of urgency. I opened up another eye-witness account -- one that I've been returning to often lately. It's a story about ultimate injustice and brutal betrayal. But there's this astonishing response that keeps drawing me back.
Come read the rest of the story on Sally Clarkson's blog, ITakeJoy.com.