Justice

Today I watched our Police Chief give a ticket near our office. The car was parked in front of the Fire Department's auxiliary door. It was clearly marked, no questions. But then I realized who the car belonged to. The car belonged to a friend's daughter. She was clearly in the wrong, but did she deserve justice?

That is always a tough call. We cry for justice when we have been wronged. We cry for justice if someone else has done wrong. But what about when we do wrong? The friend is trying to teach her 16 year old daughter responsibility. I wonder what lesson the daughter will learn from the reaction of her mother?

We need to cry for mercy, not justice. I want mercy.

Sid