Exploding head

I wish this post involved a commode, but it doesn't. The head in question is the one on my shoulders. It happened like this. A while back I was "forced" to do something that I felt was needlessly placing extra effort on my shoulders. As time passed additional changes happened and eventually things broke. The solution that "they' come up with involved more work for me. Big deal, right?

Well if you are like me it is. The problem isn't the work, but the constant push to do things over the objections of the one to whom things are being pushed. It is not just "unfair" it is unjust. And here is where we start to see the core of the issue. Justice may not be mine to claim or enforce. Have I been unjust in my "pushing" things to others? What about laundry, or dinner? Maybe mowing the grass or racking leaves? How can I cry for justice in this situation when in all likelihood I have stood in violation of the very justice I desire?

And here is where I start to look for a hiding place. Ready? If you look at the times you are "righteously indignant" how often does that righteousness extend beyond the one incident in question? I bet it is not as far as you think it is.

We should not give up on justice. Without it we are lost. At the same time we must make sure that we bring credit to the justice we demand by making sure that our actions exhibit the very justice we are seeking. At all times.