Don't Trifle with Me (AKA: I Have My Knickers in a Knot)

In a perfect world, volunteers would be up for the task, even if it was inconvenient, untimely, or not their preference.

In a perfect world, car accidents wouldn't happen and people wouldn't die of cancer and children wouldn't be kidnapped from their front yards.

In a perfect world, we'd all get along and sing hymns of praise and recite scripture until we lost our voices instead of screaming about our supposed innocence, even when everyone around us knows that just about the biggest line of BS to hit this planet in 2,000 years.

In a perfect world, we'd just show up, shut up, and do the work that is laid out for us.  We wouldn't complain or argue or try to change the game plan to fit our needs.  We'd grin and bear it and know that the temporary issues we deal with are hardly worth noting on a celestial plane.

Sadly, in the last 48 hours, I've realized that this is a very, very, very imperfect world.

I implore you to start tomorrow trying to stem the tide.  Turn your boat.  Be the change you want made.

Stop complaining.  Start doing.  Show up.  Put up.  Be the man or woman God called you to be. 

Don't hesitate.  Don't wait.  Don't holler about "your way".

We can all do better.  And when we all do better, our world will be closer to perfect than it was 48 hours ago.

Just do it.