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Trying to make sense of injustice

I am flawed. I have a big mouth. If you ask me what I think, I will tell you. I do not mince words.

Given these traits, I am not always easy to work or live with. I know this. Yet, I consider myself a good employee, a good sister. I give 110%, especially when I am working on ideas that stimulate me, that I'm passionate about. However, I try my best to work just as hard on the mundane things as well.

I left a job last year. I did not leave under good circumstances. It was made clear to me that I was no longer considered a useful employee (I realized this when I was told the best task they had for me going forward was folding programs for upcoming events.) I have, thanks be to God, found a new job, where I am valued, treated respectfully and professionally, and I am quite happy here.

I just found out that three men who I hold in high esteem were also "forced out" from the same organization that I left. As I understand it, they were treated, at the very least, poorly, and at most, in an evil manner. It makes me very angry, as this organization purports to hold itself to a very high standard.

This is unjust. Injustice is a cruel thing, because it generally denies the dignity of a person. It treats that person as a thing, a tool, an object to be used and/or discarded. It is bullying, all grown up.

Is there anyone who has ever been treated more unjustly than Christ? God-made-Man, sentenced to death for no reason. He had no guilt - never had done even the smallest wrong to anyone.

In the face of injustice, especially when it involves people I know, I want to scream and fight and blow the whistle. But in this season of Lent, I believe I shall instead ponder Christ on the Cross: "Forgive them. They know not what they do."

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  1. injustice is the nature of the world human beings. justice will show us its face in the other world. everyone who thinks seriously about his life, suffers from injustice. But if we dont forgive the people as you mentione, what can we do? Anger, anger and it hurts us. So İ agree with you. Forgive but and also try to show the truth. Dont wait on the side by doing nothing. if you let them to do their injusticeness???, nothing is changed. By the way, i am muslim, but i also believe Jesus, and the god. And i am not terrorist. A terrorist cannot be muslim. they are only a game players of some people. Have a good day and happy life..

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