I used to keep quiet when others proclaimed religious and political perspectives with which I vehemently disagreed. It seemed impolite to challenge them by offering a different perspective. After all, everyone has the right to their opinion. Then one day, one of these people made the comment, “We just have to keep shouting until we get our way.”
And I realized that my silence does not serve me or the world. If I keep quiet, then only the strident extremists are heard.
I have worked, from that day forward, to be heard above the cacophony as a voice of love, a voice of compassion, a voice that would rather err dramatically on the side of mercy than to fall one step to the side of injustice.