That just isn’t right…have you ever heard that? Uttered it yourself?
Last night and this morning have gotten me thinking…do we all have an injustice button that, once pressed, sends us over the edge?
My story (or at least this chapter of it) started at Drew’s basketball game last night. I am known to yell at refs from time to timeJ…in the spirit of radical honesty, maybe a bit more frequently than from time to time…
I felt as though Drew was getting hammered and the refs weren’t calling fouls. A lot of good it does to yell at refs…and I look like a fool…but when it’s your kid…
Part two: I called a friend this morning who has been battling with his ex-wife and the courts over parenting rights. He feels that he’s being treated unjustly and that ultimately it’s hurting his kids. He went so far as to call up and rant at an ex-judge…landed himself in jail and had the pleasure of wearing an ankle bracelet for awhile. From a distance, it seems pretty silly and downright hilarious at times. But, when it’s your kids…I keep telling him that his anger over this only hurts him and gives his ex-wife unnecessary power over him. I give refs power over me. Lucky none of the refs (that I know of anyway) are ex-judges that could throw me in jail and “let” me wear an ankle bracelet…We end up not accomplishing anything as we “protest injustice” in these ways…we don’t help our kids and we hurt ourselves.
So what about you? Do you have an injustice button?
Discussing this with a few people brought out a couple of quotes:
· Bitterness is the poison I drink hoping you will die…
· From Yancey: Evil is overcome by good only if the injured party absorbs it, refusing to allow it to go any further.
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