Sometimes I ask myself,
Does any of this matter? Do my words mean anything? Will they have any effect on those who hear them?
Will they result in contemplation or will they be filed into predetermined categories-- right and wrong?
When did right and wrong become synonymous with agree and disagree?
Do people yet exist who grapple for the truth? Who are willing to admit their shortcomings, their assumptions, their ignorance? Who want to push beyond that place into one of growth and learning?
Will you question and research and consider before making a judgment? Or are we locked in a futile battle in which no one will change sides? Is your opinion a locked door, and will you refuse to open it even if I find the key?
I want to believe that we are not a world of hardened hearts. I want to believe that people yet exist who care more about doing what is right than being right (or proving another wrong).
For some of us, it is a world of rhetoric. For others, it is life and death.
"God help me distinguish between a true desire for justice, goodness, and mercy and the compulsive need to be proven right." - Rachel Held Evans
