The Grays

If I were to systemize the world into shades it would be something like the following:

5% White
90% Gray
5% Black

Obviously, this is grossly arbitrary.  Maybe your world is much cleaner than mine.  That would be nice.  But what do we do now?  Do we give money to the homeless guy if we think he'll use it to buy booze or drugs?  Do we speak up when we see someone do something wrong, or assume that doing so might cause more harm than good?  Do we question or accept?  Is compromise a dirty word or necessary?

"True knowledge exists in knowing that you know nothing," says Socrates.   Assuming that I know enough to know that I know nothing (don't worry about the logical fallacy) really doesn't help me sort out anything.  All I know is that I might be okay.  I might be allowed to continue along this road of mediocrity, but doesn't that sound treasonous?  I want so much more than that.  We were made for so much more than that.

I don't know the answers, but I'm willing to struggle.  I may never solve all or any of the grays, but life is too short to sleep through with my television, laptop, and ipod for fear of facing them.  I wanna fight, I wanna jump, I wanna risk the failure.  The more I think about it, the more convinced I am that failure, for the Christian, is an illusion.  Our truer fear must be failing to fail.

Let us turn our back on the lies, the fears, the paralysis.  Truth has been here the whole time, waiting for us to move.  It'll either be the hardest or easiest thing we've ever done.  Either way it's worth it.