What if we decided to give Jesus our pain and anxiety rather than trying to carry it ourselves? What if we stopped to listen to others around us who are broken and hurt? What if we stood to advocate for justice when we saw injustice happening? What if we chose to love our neighbors, even when loving looks sacrificial?
“WAAAAA!” When I heard this sound a half dozen times a day I undoubtedly could look down to find my 18-month-old son, Josiah, jabbing his right index finger into the palm of his left hand.