A friend of mine posted the following on Facebook yesterday:
“I like your Christ, I do not like your Christians. Your Christians are so unlike your Christ.” – Mahatma Gandhi
I drafted a post today that I am pretty sure I can never actually publish. I felt it was a good post with some good points. I didn’t rant, I didn’t get angry. I just laid out a situation that I felt was wrong and wanted to explain why. I got to the end of my writing and realized that nothing good could come from what I had to say. In fact, it could lead to my family having to deal with things I would rather spare them from dealing with so, regretfully, I had to leave it in the draft box.
I think one of the main reasons I don’t write as much as maybe I once did is because I don’t feel like I can really say what I want to say. It is deeply depressing actually because I have this internal struggle between exercising my rights as a U.S. citizen and having people I care about suffer the consequences stemming from what I have to say. My natural reaction is one of “Damn the torpedoes, full speed ahead” but these days my combative tendency is overridden by my desire to not cause my family any undue stress. The end result is that I keep my mouth shut and my blog un-updated more than I would like.
I wish I lived in a world where we really were judged by the content of our character.