God At The Bar

When I enrolled in law school, I did so with a heart full of idealism and a quiet, determined sense of purpose. I wasn’t looking for prestige or power, I was looking for clarity. I wanted to understand the mechanisms of justice. I wanted to use my voice for those who couldn’t raise theirs. I thought, naively perhaps, that studying law would simply give me the tools to do good. What I did not expect was that it would interrogate every fibre of my being, my values, my ethics, my faith, and force me to wrestle with what it truly means to live with integrity in a field that so often demands detachment.