Complex and Complaints

by bxrtley

When I think of all the complaints I’ve ever made, they’re trivial. It’s not like lamenting. My deep soul groanings are requiems that tend to always point back to my values being breached. Laments are complex. “Jesus wept” is considered the shortest verse in Scripture. Only two words, but he lamented for about four different reasons. It’s layered. Complaints are simple. It’s about a bug in software, leaky faucet, a traffic-jammed “express” shopping lane—at 10 in the morning. If it’s not infringing my values, it’s a complaint. I can find better use of my time and energy.