When I think about blogging I feel an acute tension of audiences. I know many people who read this blog upon a time (and still may) do not consider themselves religious and have no interest in hearing it discussed. I realize that my last post probably didn’t do much to address this group of people. I think what I’m curious about, in many ways, are the things that make us human.

I was listening to the radio this morning, and a morning talk show host was taking calls from parents angered over busing in Jefferson County. Parents were angry at a system which they saw as unjust because it forced their kids to attend inferior schools farther away. How interesting that what was believed to be a tool for justice (and I believe may achieve some of its ends) has become perceived as a gross injustice.

Many people are (rightly) angered by hypocrisy, whether they see it inside the church or out. Many people are saddened by genocide and even by recent wars that America has been involved in. When we see injustice in the world, whether it is in the form of white-collar crime or the mistreatment of those in modern-day slavery, we hate what we see.

I think my sense of justice is often offended when people ignore rural poverty in America. We pretend that the poverty problem only exists in big cities (I certainly don’t deny that the problem does exist there) while ignoring people, like those in Appalachia, who live in abject poverty. When we pretend that these people don’t exist or aren’t as worthy of our help, we devalue them as human beings. That saddens me.

So instead of talking about what makes us “in or out” or “#1,#2, or #3″, I want to ask what rouses you? Maybe it makes you angry, sad, or just confuses you, but what is it?

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