Storming the Castle

I find it sad to realize that I don’t agree with Anne Frank.

People are not inherently good.

People are judgmental and cruel.

The majority seem to gain joy

from the pain of others.

It makes me sick and sad to see the

mob mentality.

Rarely do we see anyone stop, look around and say

“Whoa! What are we doing? Why are we doing this? What it is the gain?”

More rarely do we see the soul brave enough to answer his questions honestly and step out of the

herd.

I have found myself all too often in the center of the

horde.

Judgment comes too easy.

I strive to remain on that more difficult narrow and scarcely populated path.

When I notice, only too often, I am amongst the villagers storming the castle, I am

disappointed in myself.

 

I step out. I step up.

The mass thinks itself righteous,

certainly better than the souls they judge.

It appears the right thing is to protest loudly.

But what good does that

belittling do?

What good is the roar of the crowd?

Was any mind ever changed by the hateful protesters lining the sidewalk?

Lives are changed through love in action, one to one.

It is not our place to concern ourselves with judgment,

stopping the behavior we disagree with in others, or even to tell them how

wrong we think the other is.

Only God can change a life.

It is His place not ours to decide fate.

It is our job to love in truth and in action.