Frack Presumption
I have discovered that the enemy of a laden heart and a brilliant mind is presumption. Presumption that there is nothing new to be said, no revolutionary idea, no solution to a predicament.
Ask my wife, and she will tell you she can never guess what I am going to say or do next. Yet when I attempt to submit a thesis, I am met with cynicism and pessimism, as if I am a track on a broken record or a depleted battery. If individuals would take the time to listen to my ideas or engage in dialogue they would see I have raw, energetic solutions; yet I am frustrated over and over.
But therein lies the problem: people do not have time. It is more convenient to presume; it requires no time or faculty. I can’t seem to break through the business of some people to tell them that I can actually make their work easier or solve a problem they don’t have time to deal with “right now.”
My faith compels me to impact this world for justice. Compassion for the victims of egregious injustices drives perseverance in my calling. People are withering away and dieing as I wait for others to “talk about it” and get back to me. I though I was a voice for those suffering. Maybe I should carry a megaphone.
