Justice, A Funeral, and A Lesson Learned

My dear friends, today I want to share a story with you. A story that taught me a profound lesson about justice. It’s a tale that takes place at a funeral, a setting that might seem unusual, but bear with me. You’ll soon understand why.

The Funeral

Many years ago, I attended the funeral of a man named Tom. Tom was not a saint, nor was he a sinner. He was an ordinary man, with his fair share of virtues and vices. His life was a mixed bag of good deeds and bad choices, like most of us.

As I stood there, amidst the mourners, I couldn’t help but overhear the whispers. Some spoke of his kindness, others of his misdeeds. The disparity was striking. It was as if they were speaking of two different people.

The Lesson

That’s when it hit me. The lesson about justice. You see, justice isn’t about punishing the bad and rewarding the good. It’s about understanding that every person is a complex mix of both. It’s about acknowledging that we all have our moments of strength and weakness.

Tom’s funeral was a stark reminder of this. The mourners weren’t there to judge him, but to remember him. To remember the good and the bad, the beautiful and the ugly. Because that’s what made him human.

Justice and Understanding

So, my dear friends, the next time you find yourself quick to judge, remember Tom’s funeral. Remember that justice isn’t about black and white, it’s about understanding the shades of grey. It’s about accepting that we are all flawed, yet capable of extraordinary kindness.

And that, my friends, is the true essence of justice.

Until next time,

Kev