Going to court

I thought that after I left the US my court testifying days were over,
but it turns out that that is not the case. I had to go and appear
before a Zambian court for the case of the man who was beaten by a
coffin, ended up in a coma for three days, and eventually pulled
through. I really hate having to testify, the defendants always look so
scared, and here in Zambia few have even a defense lawyer, so they are
pretty much on their own with a 4-5th grade education, usually. You
hope and pray that the magistrate and the court will not abuse their
privilege and provide justice to everyone involved. I'm reminded of all
those verses in Psalms that talk about meeting God at the gates, which
are where the courts used to be in ancient Israel, and how important
justice can be if you're poor.