My first position out of college was as a counselor at a rescue mission. It was tough for me to make judgement calls about my clients. Do we follow the rules and kick them out for this? What if they have children? Are 9 months pregnant?
One of my wise co-workers told me . . .if you've carefully considered all of the sides to the story, and still aren't sure, you have to make a decision one way or the other. If it's between law and grace . . .choose grace.
I've tried to choose grace in dealing with people of which I have some authority and control, knowing that I do to have the full story, that I am coming from my own prejudices and bias.
But then there are people that have control over some aspect of my life. Trying to understand and make allowances for them is very stressful and taxing. It takes a good advisor to handle that stuff correctly, when the attack is against you.
So I understand your compassion fatigue, Shary. It's just easier to not trust.
I've taken steps to give people less power over my life. I work per diem, so that I have more flexibility in time management of my own life. I doubt I will ever work a salaried position again . . .I've donated enough hours to corporations in the guise of "comp time" that you never get back.
I don't do "contracts," "leases", or give people an inch of spiritual authority over me.
I don't defend myself well, so I try to use my gifts in areas that I can excell in . . .not in areas that I have to compete in.
Theology? Not my bag. Sorry, God. The Gene Long's of this world are made for that . . .
Politics? Once again, fail. My dad would love a good right vs. left debate. I walk away.
Hurting kids? I will throw myself in front of the truck for them. We think everyone would, but they don't. Depressed seniors? Hoarders? I collect them.
There is still so much I don't know about abuse. I love the fact that each new story has taught me yet another way to love, to believe, to help.
It helps me breathe.
We don't have to challenge everyone Shary--just those who, for some reason, are in your scope. And being an MK means something entirely different then it did five years ago. Then it was a historical, perhaps interesting, anecdote. Now? Its a lifeline to scattered, shattered people.