Are you tired of being tired?
I’m a little weary.
Not physically, but deep down tired of injustice. Headlines that scream of injustice around the world. Injustice that is at my front door.
This weekend I pulled to a stoplight. A car waited in the turn lane next to me. The windows were down. A man and a woman were in the front of the car and they were fighting. I could hear the words — angry, cutting, vicious. He jutted his finger at her. She waved her fists in his face.
Two children slumped in the back seat, about five and ten years old. The boy stared out the window. The little girl rested her chin on her hands.
I can’t describe the expressions on their face, but I knew what was on mine.
God, this isn’t fair. [Read more…]