Sometimes I wish we were blind.
Maybe then you wouldn’t notice that my hair is a little too oily today and I wouldn’t care that your shoes are outdated.
We could white wash the billboards and let consumerism rest.
We could enjoy music without the cleavage and flashing lights and youtube ads.
We could start telling stories again.
We could be storytellers.
And hearers of cries.
Maybe then we would notice that crowded college dorms are lonely places and small children don’t belong in sweat shops and teenage girls are worth more than their virginity.
The color of my skin, the shape of my eyes, the length of my hair, and my waist size. You could listen to me regardless of these things.
And if we were blind, maybe our faith would be as well.