You take to the streets to cry out for justice.
You gather your comrades, you prepare your banners, you follow your leaders.
Loudly and proudly, defiantly and deafeningly, you present your petitions again and again.
You don’t like those to whom you bring your protest. You are not really expectant they’ll meet you with open ears. Yet something within you has to do this. So you go.
It’s cold. It’s inconvenient. It’s less well attended than you hoped. The people there are a bit weirder than you’d ideally like to be associated with. You wonder if this is just a big flirt with futility… But maybe, just maybe – this will move those with influence somewhere. Maybe, just maybe – justice is brought closer through your request.
Disciple. There is injustice. You know this.
So gather your comrades, prepare your banners, be a leader.
With authority and humility, defiantly and with song, present your petitions again and again.
It’s a good Father whom you love that you’re coming to. He’ll hear your request.
So though it’s cold and inconvenient, though it will be less well attended than you hope, though there’ll be an ample amount of uncool people… go.
The One with the influence loves to move at your request.