Somebody posted that on Facebook today. I understand, believe me. Unhappy people make me sad, and unhappy, too.
But, unfortunately, I don’t have blinders on.
I see the poor blamed for their poverty.
I see immigrants blamed for wanting to escape corruption in their own countries.
I see hungry people being demeaned when they try to access food – FOOD.
I see our government spending obscene amounts of money on weapons of war against our neighbors.
I will see people dying because they can’t afford their medications or a visit to the doctor.
I see people living on the streets.
I see privately owned prisons and “detention facilities” getting rich by warehousing people.
I see people in cities being made homeless by the effects of global warming.
I see young people who would desperately love more education being denied it because they don’t have funds.
I’m sorry, I can’t just whine about wishing everyone around me was happy. I have to speak out when I see injustice. I have to march, and make phone calls, and send emails and text messages, and nag, and point it out when I hear lies from elected officials or worse still from “nominal” Christians. I CAN NOT bury my head in the sand, and complain when other people are unhappy. I have to find out why they are unhappy, and I have to help them solve whatever problems they may have.