Resistance to doing things that are good, right, or true seems to run rampant at times. People would rather exist in the status quo, or not change when the right thing to do is to change. Where I used to marvel at people's willingness to resist, now I understand it better. It follows the wisdom as set forth in this short poem by Stephen Crane who wrote immediately following the Civil War. Of course, the reconstruction era was rife with people who resisted what was good and right and true. The wayfarer,
Perceiving the pathway to truth,
Was struck with astonishment.
It was thickly grown with weeds.
"Ha," he said,
"I see that none has passed here
"In a long time."
Later he saw that each weed
Was a singular knife.
"Well," he mumbled at last,
"Doubtless there are other roads."
I have come to know that change can be a rather bloody matter.
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