Sometimes it's the little things we (yes, including *I*) complain about the most. But what an untapped potential for offering up little things for the healing of our culture. In particular, I've been thinking lately that if we offer up all of our little annoyances with accommodations made for disabled people (like the sometimes disproportionately large numbers of handicapped parking spaces) for disabled people themselves, and especially that the parents of disabled unborn children will choose to let them live, we could perhaps do something really good with those little annoyances (and make sure we cultivate positive attitudes toward disabled people in ourselves and in our families too).
Just thinkin'. :)