I am quite indecisive. But not because I don’t know what to do. I struggle with having multiple strong feelings, seeing the value in each, and worrying that I will make the “wrong” choice. And yet, I rarely struggle with knowing what is right. Doing the right thing can lead to wrong consequences.

I know that others aren’t so much indecisive as confused, conflicted, or feel obligated to stick with something out of a sense of duty. Even when they know it’s wrong.

We often call this the bond of brotherhood or family. That sense of obligation that binds us toward preservation. It convinces us that wrongs are absolved by fellowship’s intrinsic rightness.

It is then a profound act full of faith to stand  up in that space: of being right when wrong feels right to others. Risking family to protect the vulnerable, for instance. Or, perhaps, being generous rather than shrewd.