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So many thoughts.
Such random reflections.
Such sadness for what we have lost.
sadness for our society,
our nation with such division.
Such anger for those who have inflicted violence.
Such sorrow for those who have lost loved ones: husbands, fathers, sons, brothers…
Again I see aloneness that has moved into hatred.
I see the need for love by someone who is hurting
Human contact for one who has become self-isolated.
Friendship, simple caring for one created in God’s image.
I see that without loving contact an injured mind can become distorted into seeking its own justice, its own revenge for hurt perceived.
I wonder, who or what has misdirected power?
From good that seeks to establish and maintain peace
to aggression, control, fear, lashing out, hair-trigger reactions?
I observe that the 1% is not just those with wealth against those without
The 1% are the bad cops amidst the 99% good
The 1% are the bad guys/gals amidst the rest of solid citizens
The 1% who cheat, scam, abuse, amidst those who work hard and honestly to make a life instead of just making a living.
I ask will it ever change?
There are times I am hopeless, pessimistic, cynical (maybe I should say sin-ical)
There are times I see hope.
I am reminder that Jesus said, “Blessed are the peace-makers.” How different that is from the role “peace-keepers.” How different is the work. My guess is that real change will take place when the 99% choose to Make Peace. My guess is that the establishment of justice will play a key role in this process.
I remember a time in my youth when veterans came back from Viet Nam. When they were scorned by a nation they had been called upon to serve often not by their own choosing. I remember a time when people walked in the streets and turned over cars in protest and demonstrated against that unrequested war. I remember when troops fired on protesting citizens and the national conscience went into shock.
I remember that something changed, something shifted in this nation. I don’t know the moment I only remember that the consciousness of America decided that young men and women may have been sent to serve but they didn’t choose the war that was to be fought. That these Americans: black and white, Hispanic, Asian-American, African-American, Caucasian, tall and small, well educated or not, sexually and religiously diverse, from north, south, east, and west were putting their lives on the line to protect and preserve our freedom…
…a freedom so many have taken for granted and sometimes chosen to abuse.
I don’t know when, but a shift occurred when we as a people chose not to condemn but to thank those who served; To recognize that these men and women had given of their lives so that we could have our lives; To consider the impact that their service had upon their families who also served…through support; That we were called upon to be grateful and to voice our gratitude not only in prayers but vocally to those men and women. .
I ask: was it because of the protests that this change began? Was it because of the shame we began to experience as we reflected upon those days? Was it because we understood that change comes from love and gratitude and not guns and violence? I don’t know. I simply ask.
…Will change in race relations come because we understand that a person did not choose to be born black or white, in the ghetto or of privilege, into a single parent home or one with multiple parents?
…Will change in human relations come because we look past the façade and into the eyes and see a person?
…Will change come because we refuse to pull a trigger at an object of hate and choose to see a person who is suffering or serving or simply attempting to survive.
…Will we ever understand and live the “Be-Attitude”
‘Blessed are the peacemakers…’
and in being peacemakers experience
‘…for they shall be called sons and daughters of God.’ Matthew 5:9