My poor children have had a rough week. Three of the four of them. It was a week of jumping into the middle of situations to which they previously had only been skirting the edges. This morning my daughter, exhausted and embarressed from the fall-out, exclaimed that she should have kept her mouth shut because it was none of her business.
None of her business. None of my business. None of our business.
Such a sad, slippery slope.
We live in this society, don't we? Walk with your head down, keep to yourself, MYOB.
17 years ago, I accidentally walked into a room where a mother was beating her daughter with a hanger. I quiety muttered an apology and then turned and shut the door. Later, around the same time, I saw an orphaned child crying on the street. He grapped my hand and showed me a horribly infected burn running down the front of his arm. I muttered again and walked away. For way too long a time I drove by every homeless person I saw, ignored every pain I encountered and turned my t.v. up every time I heard my neighbor being beaten by her boyfriend.
None of these were any of my business but they are my sins. And someday I will have to answer for them and for the countless other times I have done wrong and failed to do good.