On not Speaking Up

On not Speaking Up

(on the theory that learning to hold my peace will 

atone for the myriad times I should have and didn't!)

If you speak up, you're wrong.
If you don't speak up, you're wrong.
If you speak up because you don't like being wrong for speaking up or not speaking up, you're wrong for speaking up about that!
What about the ones who say "I'm wrong"? Can they be wrong for speaking up, too?

I give up. Is that wrong?

    

The moral umbrage is poly-directional. Could it be that Jesus was right after all, that we should give greater weight to the simple “Do not judge?” Of course someone's wrong, and maybe more someones and different someones than any of the other someones can tell. 

Indeed, we are better to keep our opinions to ourselves for the most part, humble in prayer, aware that our weakness is greater than we can know, remembering the parable about glass houses. 

Why exactly was it our business in the first place? Because Facebook and constant news made it possible to hear and be heard? 

Since when is constant literal hearsay – news in most forms now-days – a viable, noble and moral enterprise? Since never, I'm thinking. It entangles mind and imagination in farflung bits and events framed for titillation, gone before they can be remembered, and for which we can do virtually nothing. Help, Lord!

So there. I've made a statement. I'm sure I am wrong to someone. I hope I'm okay with Someone. Whatever the case, I'm hedging my bets by staying far away from Facebook! 😊