Once liberated from oppression, we can harbor compassion and courage in the same vessel. Christianity doesn’t make us docile and weak. It makes us earnest and resilient. It makes us able to hold tension—one can mourn the death of a colonial soldier while stating the flaws of the system his sacrifice upheld.
He Saw That It Was Good pp. 66–67
Earnest and resilient, able to hold tension. Isn’t that grace? If we parented the way some people treat the living and the dead, what child would not be orphaned—abandoned to the mad god of blind, cultural justice. We’ve misinterpreted the woman with the blindfold. Her blindfold was meant to represent imperviousness to partiality, prejudice, and outside influence. Instead the blindfold has come to represent a refusal to look clearly at both sides. It’s a refusal to evaluate positions, to truly seek to “see” where truth lies. Instead, Truth is what I feel in the moment, and it is blind to logic or any outside (or inside) evaluation.
What if I wanted truth but was not afraid of being challenged, having conversations, willing to consider arguments, and most of all willing to see my neighbor as someone Christ died for?
Lingering Over Leaves 