Stories crying to be told

# Chapter 160

There are untold stories everywhere and in everyone. Stories that are bursting to get out. Stories that need to be told. Stories that we need to hear and understand and contemplate and mull over and think through and change our understanding of the world and her peoples. Stories that are so desperate to be spoken or wrote that the angels in heaven are crying too, waiting in anticipation for the emancipation of these stories. Almost everyone has a story that need to be told.

But then there are the much more daily and common stories, the ones we tell ourselves about ourselves and our world. These are the stories that shape us every day and drive our actions. These are the stories that led rich (compared to the rest of the world’s average citizens) white people to vent their fear as outrage at the US capitol this week. Do rich white people experience injustice? Certainly. Injustice is a common experience in life. But it is very unequally spread around the world my friends. Until you have visited the barrios of Manila, the slums of Mumbai, the nepa huts of jungle dwellers, lived in the squalor of the poorest places on earth, you don’t even have a cognitive understanding of the meaning of poor and unjust. So while pain is something everyone experiences, the American version I see every day while living here this year, has been the variety of pain that is fear of losing something that you thought was yours to keep. This is no worthy reason to storm the seat of government, when in fact we are commanded in scriptures to pray for those in authority over us.