The Death of Civil Discourse. The Rise of Bullies.

In a way, bullying is an ordinary evil. It's hugely prevalent, all too often ignored - and being ignored, it is therefore condoned.  

--Trudie Styler, actor and philanthropist

“Happy birthday Hitler!” 

That’s what a crowd chanted outside of Boston, Massachusetts’ Mayor Michelle Wu’s house on a recent winter morning. Standing outside the newly elected mayor’s home in the tightly packed neighborhood of Roslindale, the handful of protestors have showed up at Wu’s residence since early January, to oppose her COVID vaccine mandate for all Boston city employees.

Wu has lived there for years, along with her husband, two young children and mother. Since Wu announced the vaccine requirement in late December 2021, the number of vaccinated stands at more than 95 percent among municipal workers. Some unions have opposed the policy and tried to stop it in court. They are also in direct negotiations with Wu to work out a solution.

But the rabble is still at it, right now, and have been for many weeks, most days starting bright and early at 7 am. That is the legal time they can begin their campaign of chanting, yelling, holding signs, blowing whistles and, until very recently, using bullhorns and cowbells to verbally harass the first term mayor.

Along with attacking Wu and her family (including her mom, who struggles with mental illness), the pack of protestors are hassling all the other people in the neighborhood. Stay at homes Dads caring for kids and working Moms trying to get children off to school.  A 96-year-old veteran who lives near Wu is reported to be frightened by the noise. Imagine having to walk the gauntlet on the way to the bus stop?

Oh, and that “Happy Birthday Hitler”? Wu’s young son asked his mom who this “Hitler” person was, that the people outside were singing happy birthday to.  Try explaining how there are some people who don’t like what Mommy does at work. That’s why they make all that noise.   

The whole episode makes me wonder: when does legitimate protest cross over into the realm of actual harm? When does someone exercising their first amendment right to free speech morph from a freedom fighter into a bully, from one who protests into a scary harasser? Into someone who goes beyond the norm of having one’s voice heard in a democracy, to being right up an “enemy’s” face, literally. That’s the new norm in our country, in our civic dialogue, in how we disagree with each other.  

Bullying behavior is now legitimate political discourse.

I have the right not only to be against what you stand for, but I also have the right to do all I can to intimidate you. To scare you. To threaten you and your loved ones, your neighbors too. I will mock you, publicly humiliate you and harass you to get what I want.  

This was bound to happen. We had a Commander in Chief who regularly insulted and put down opponents on Twitter and in person, who mocked the disabled, women, and people from certain parts of Africa. If that is what passes for leadership, then, of course, we all have permission to bully. If he can do it, so can I!

Happens on the other side of the political aisle too. Just ask Senate Majority Leader Mitch McConnell and his wife, former Transportation Secretary Elaine Chao. In the summer of 2018, while eating out at a Louisville, Kentucky restaurant, the couple were harassed and verbally attacked by two patrons; that bullying was marked by yelling, flipping the finger, hurting that small business, and tossing food outside the restaurant.  
 
Public bullying has gone from infamy to virtue.   

The media contributes. Put on any cable news show. Watch as these devolve into shouting matches between the oh so self-righteous on the left and on the right. No pundit, no politician, no protestor is EVER wrong in 2022.  Arrogant surety marks the political and elite classes. Have you heard? They are 100 percent correct and you are 100 percent wrong.

Now we have bullies with a microphone. Bullies tweeting. Bullies invading private spaces. Bullies taking over the capitol of Canada, Ottawa. Bullies storming our own Capitol. How else to describe January 6th, 2021? It was a violent a mob of bullies, who attacked the heart of American democracy.

Yet still, I believe in the need for our world and our political and social dialogue to reject bullying. To embrace kindness as the mark of our public relationships. Private relationships too. In the faith I grew up in and still practice, I was taught to lead with kindness always, no matter who I was dealing with. Learned that when I bully another, I’m bullying the very image of God that is a part of every single human being. I was taught that in the biblical story of the bully versus the boy, David against Goliath, we’re supposed to cheer for the little guy, not the mean old giant ogre.  

Yes, you can call me corny, soft hearted, naïve, even pollyannish for still believing in simple human decency, one neighbor to another. I trust in the power of kindness.  I also believe in free speech, the right to protest and to peaceably assemble, too. But bullying has no place in the political realm, the public arena or on a neighborhood street.
 
“Happy birthday Hitler!” Really?!

C’mon bullies. Please just go home already. 

(Photo credit: Boston Globe)

Even If You Ban Books, You Can't Ban The Truth.

“I have always imagined that Paradise will be a kind of library.”  --Jorge Luis Borges

“Curious George Goes to the Hospital”: that’s the very first book I remember reading, or having read to me, or maybe both.  At the age of 5 or so, I was days away from entering the Boston Children’s Hospital for a tonsillectomy, and I was very scared. Then one day that book arrived in the mail. In a package addressed to me!

 

Written and illustrated by Margret and H.A. Rey, the 1966 book tells the story of how one day George swallows a puzzle piece and so must go into the hospital to have it removed. Through his adventures I, and thousands of children, still today, find comfort in this simple story, and its introduction to young readers about what it’s like to be in the hospital.

 

And so, I’ve been reading books ever since.

 

I’m an omnivorous reader, will read anything I can get my hands on. As a kid I used to even read through the World Book Encyclopedia.  In boyhood I remember reading “Encyclopedia Brown,” a series of books about a boy detective who solves neighborhood crimes and mysteries.  The thing I loved is that the answers were at the back of the book and so I got to guess! I recall one night reading a slim paperback on a break from my very first job, as a 15-year-old clerk at a now long-gone local department store. Sitting at that soda foundation counter, I sipped Coke and got lost in the many amazing worlds described in Ray Bradbury’s collection of short stories “The Illustrated Man.” I’ve been hooked on science fiction ever since.

 

It’s mystical and a miracle that some books, the memory of those books: these stay with us, because in profound and simple ways, they changed how we looked at the world and ourselves. That’s what great books do. They open our minds and invite us to experience peoples, ideas, histories, and beliefs we might never have encountered without a book to take us on an exotic journey. A book to invite us on exciting trip of the mind and the imagination.

 

I wish I could listen as you talked about the books that have shaped and changed your life. 

 

Was it Nancy Drew mysteries that got you to fall in love with reading or perhaps Judy Blume’s “Are You There God? It’s Me Margaret” …that story made you feel not so alone in the world.  Alex Haley’s “The Autobiography of Malcom X”—did that wake you up to the pain of so many of our fellow children of God? Were you as blown away as I was by Elie Wiesel’s “Night,” a slim volume that tells the tale of the Holocaust through the eyes of an eight-year-old boy. His description of seeing the flames leap out of the top of chimneys as he approached by train car the concentrations camp: it still haunts me.

 

Books: yet for all they make this life better, and expand minds and hearts, still some books don’t always inspire curiosity. Instead, some books inspire fear, even censorship. That’s what happened last month in McMinn County Tennessee, where the school board voted unanimously to remove the book “Maus” from its eighth-grade curriculum about the Holocaust.  According to minutes from the board’s meeting it took this action because of their concerns about questionable language and depictions of nudity in that Pulitzer Prize-winning graphic 1991 novel, written by Art Spiegelman.  I don’t deny that board’s right to make such a choice. I do mourn the fact that kids in that place won’t be able to be moved by the poignancy and power of “Maus,” at least in the classroom.

 

It's not just “Maus” that’s provoking such actions to remove “controversial” books from schools, libraries, and classrooms. According to the American Library Association, 2021 set a record for the number of book challenges brought by parents, school boards and other groups. Books removed from American libraries include “A Handmaid’s Tale” by Margaret Atwood, “To Kill a Mockingbird” by Harper Lee and “The Hate U Give” by Angie Thomas.

 

Funny thing is that immediately following the story of “Maus” being banned, it shot to the top of Amazon’s best seller list. Just goes to show you can’t ever fully censor or squelch or deny the truth that books contain. Can’t erase the history that books tell us about, even when those stories might make us feel uncomfortable or even guilty. Can’t for long keep down any book, not with so many places to find and to buy and to read books.

 

Bans are often temporary, of the moment, but books? The ideas they contain within are eternal.   Thank God for books, for every single book, from the Bible to the bawdy, from the profound to the trivial, from the controversial to the child-like. Like “Curious George.” 

 

Happy reading!   

What Lies Beyond Resilience? We're Finding Out.

 

"Someone I once loved gave me a box full of darkness. It took me years to understand that this, too, was a gift.” – Mary Oliver

I’m done with being resilient. Being plucky and dogged. Putting on a happy face. Keeping calm and carrying on. Trusting that after some bumps and detours our world will somehow return to normal (whatever the heck that is!).

It’s been almost two years since COVID smashed into our world and changed it so completely.  In that time, as I’ve written here and preached from the pulpit and dealt with my own feelings of dislocation and struggle, I’ve always tried my best to fall back on the practice of resilience to keep going. The hope that resilience will see me through.

Resilience. Webster’s Dictionary says that resilience is, “the capability of a strained body to recover its size and shape after deformation caused especially by compressive stress…and an ability to recover from or adjust easily to misfortune or change.” 

Yes, that stress strained body definition is certainly a good example of the need for resilience. We’ve all been physically strained by COVID in the past twenty-three months.  Eyes blurry and itchy and tired from so many Zoom meetings. Numb backsides from so much sitting before the computer or on the couch in the midst of some Netflix or Apple TV binge watch. There’s my ever-lengthening facial worry lines getting even longer and longer. Who hasn’t been anxious about our aging parents getting sick or our toddler getting sick or ourselves getting sick or our job going away or our loved ones having to always be at arm’s length--literally?

Then there’s the expanded waistlines too, the “COVID twenty” so many of us have put on but that now sticks around, refusing to leave. Sure, the fact I’ve taken up baking homemade bread to ward off loneliness is great. The fact I eat so much of that bread, and ice cream and Chips Ahoy cookies and Cheetos? Not so great. I’m not so sure my body can bounce back, recover somehow. I may just have to buy a bigger belt, or at least a really, REALLY, stretchy one.

That second definition of resilience —that’s even harder to realize. Recovering or adjusting easily to misfortune or change. Easily?! What are those Webster logophiles smoking? Who are they kidding? Yes, resilience has helped me bounce back from my own vocational dark thoughts (will anybody ever come back to church ever again?!) We keep opening the doors every single Sunday morning and trying our best but that’s a lot of sabbaths to just buck it up. To soldier on. 

You could say that about so many other professions weighed down by COVID’s tenacity. Teachers still teaching—how do they do it? First responders still responding: ambulances overflowing, violent crime on the rise.  Imagine being a restaurateur. Talk about needing to be resilient. All those empty tables. Or a theater owner or anyone else in the business of performing live. 

For all of us: the wells of resilience are getting pretty dried up.   

Thus, instead of trying our best to be resilient, to bounce back instead, we can practice spiritual transformation: being changed as we move forward. Being changed to adapt to this brave new world now being born.  Embracing change and accepting the fact we can’t go home again; we can’t go back. The only way through is straight ahead.

Resilience is about a return to normalcy, to the status quo, to homeostasis. But what if our communal trauma is so big, so world changing, so powerful, that there is no reverse, no turning around and getting back to square one? What if the only way forward is forward? What if changing who we are and how we live is the only way we can get through to the other side of the virus and all its societal implications and fall out?

The author and holocaust survivor Victor Frankl wrote, in his memoir of survival, “Between stimulus and response there is a space. In that space is our power to choose our response. In our response lies our growth and our freedom.”  

Growth. Freedom.

Dare we have the courage to change and to be changed? I know I can’t practice my work or my faith in the same ways anymore.  There’s no going back for institutional religion the way it was, of this, I am sure. We can’t do the same old same old same old and expect the same results. Nope. I must change. Believers must change.

And if you think of your own world, your own ways of being or working or loving, you too might realize you are being called to change as well.  Sure, it is so tempting to believe that one day soon it will all be over, and it will all be just like the good old days. But I think those days are going, going, gone.  And sometimes they weren’t so good.

All we can do, all we must do, is be open to growth and to transformation. It’s actually kind of exciting if you think about. Yes, a bit scary but tomorrow beckons. Tomorrow is the place where my Creator and the Creator of the universe awaits.

Resilience? Not so much. Onward? Absolutely. See you on the journey.

      

 

      

 

Overdosing on Bad News? You Are Not Alone.

“You are young yet, my friend,” replied my host, “but the time will arrive when you will learn to judge for yourself of what is going on in the world, without trusting to the gossip of others. Believe nothing you hear, and only one half that you see.”           --Edgar Allen Poe, 1845

I just can’t get enough of the news. Been a news junkie from when I was old enough to read, an omnivorous consumer of all things current events.

As a newspaper boy in my tweens and teens I’d sit most mornings in my driveway as the sun came up, after having delivered sixty copies of the daily broadsheet that reported in my part of the world. Then I’d read about it all, cover to cover, starting with the comics and ending with the obituaries. In college, I’d pick up a copy of the New York Times every day and sit in the coffee shop at the state university I called home, gulping a supersized cup of coffee, making my way through it, trusting in that newspaper’s motto: “All the news that’s fit to print.” At that same school I became a working journalist, writing a weekly newspaper column on politics and culture, something I still do to this day, more than forty years later.

Oh…I also listen to public radio at home and in the car and on my ear buds as I walk, for three or four hours a day, tuning in to the news and talks show and interviews. Then there’s the internet, this news addict’s dream come true! With a click or tap, I can enter an endless black hole of news, commentary, photos, blogs, essays, whatever floats my boat in pursuit of what is going on in the world right now.

But lately? I’ve kind of had it with the news.  

Maybe I get too much news or what seems to pass for the news. I’m exhausted by the news, angry at the news, confused by the news and overwhelmed by the news.  I hear the same thing from friends and family, from readers too. News malaise that comes from the intense times we live in. When we go to our favorite news site or turn on the six o’clock news or hear the “ding!” of another news notification on our phones, so much of the news is well...just bad news.  Hard news. We’ve got another COVID variant to deal with or more politics as blood sport, or someplace burning up or some hero’s fall from grace.

Or we turn to the news and it’s not really news, just the facts. Just answering who, what, where, when and how. Instead, so much news is commentary. Not news but a politician putting spin on an event, so they look good, and their opponent looks bad. Or there’s “gotcha!” news, journalists waiting to pounce on their victims, to catch them somehow and make them look bad.

Or news is tailored to what we want to believe about the world. Conservatives watch Fox News. Liberals watch MSNBC. Republicans lap up Sean Hannity and Democrats worship at the altar of Rachel Maddow. Donkeys read the Times and Elephants The Wall Street Journal. Then we get to see, read, and hear the news we want to see, read, and hear. We get the version of the news that reinforces our biases. It’s not really news. It’s more like indoctrination.

We are living in an amazing time for journalism, for news gathering and news consumption. We have access to more news, more quickly, more easily, more freely and more readily than at any time in history. Yet we trust the news less than ever before. According to a June 2021 poll of some 90,000 people, taken by the Reuters Institute for the Study of Journalism, when asked, “Do you trust most news most of the time?” the United States ranks dead last out of 46 countries. Only 26 percent of us say that we trust the people and institutions who report the news. That’s much lower than other democracies like Finland (65 percent), or the Netherlands (59 percent); even lower than countries that don’t have the freest of news media, like Hong Kong and Poland.

But enough with the bad news about news. Is there good news about the news?

We can be always more discerning in what news we consume and trust—or not.  It does amaze me how many folks get their news from Facebook or Twitter. Maybe those are not the best of outlets—just saying. Even though I am critical of the media I am also grateful to the media for holding government and other powerful institutions accountable. For a journalist standing up at a press conference and challenging the powers that be to tell the truth. I’m thankful for a First Amendment that protects journalists, allows them to take on the corrupt and the violent and the despots. I don’t live in China or Russia: there news is myth, and journalists regularly go to jail for telling the truth.   

The greatest news about all the news is that I can turn off the phone, the laptop, the radio, the TV and just take a break. Take a long walk with a friend. Take a deep breath on a cold winter’s day and feel alive. Be thankful to the God who made me and this beautiful and broken place we call home. The good news is that Creation is still here, and we are still here and if we are still breathing there is always, ALWAYS hope for a better tomorrow and a better world.    

Happy news consuming my friends. And when it comes to the news…may we all be wise. Be smart. Be questioning. Be informed. Be aware.

That’s the news!      

The Red Sox Best Prospect May Just Surprise a Few Fans

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People ask me what I do in winter when there's no baseball. I'll tell you what I do. I stare out the window and wait for spring.   –Rogers Hornsby, St. Louis Cardinals et al, 1915-1937

When is the best time to talk about baseball? To kibbitz about the sandlots, chat about the national pastime, jaw about the oldest of professional sports? Well, right now, of course! And please, even if you are not a fan: hear me out.

For you see, there is nothing like dreaming of baseball when the air is still frigid, and the ground is still frozen and covered with snow. When a warm April afternoon that feels like resurrection with the sweet sounds of wooden bats cracking and umps yelling “PLAY BALL!” seems so, so far away…that’s when to anticipate the return of this fair game, only 75 days or so from now. Close, yes, and yet so distant. Major League baseball returns on March 31^st and for the first time since 1968, all thirty teams will play on that first day of the season.

But before then? Can we at least about talk baseball and the coming season of flowers budding and trees popping and days lengthening and playing catch in the backyard?

Talk spring. SPRING!

Yes, I know chances are good that you are not a baseball geek like yours’ truly. At 61 years old, I know I am probably too old for this obsession that began for me as a little boy, listening to the local nine on my transistor radio. Going to my very first game with my grandfather and brother and three cousins, on a perfect July afternoon that I will never ever forget. I know I spend an inordinate amount of time in winter watching old baseball games on TV, or calling my fellow baseball aficionado Eric, who hails from Minnesota, a place even farther away from spring.

But back to the play on the field.

You see this January, to get me through the coming weeks, I’m following my absolute favorite player these days, a lean and lanky prospect from the suburbs of Minneapolis, a kid whose got all three tools for the best of play. Can catch, can pitch, can play first base. Has a good eye at the plate and is also a great locker room person, someone you want as a teammate, forever enthusiastic, always positive, standing on the top step of the dugout, cheering on teammates. Now I know I am biased in my selection of this young rookie, who actually is many years away from the big leagues at thirteen years old (but turning fourteen very, very soon) and who I am not even sure wants to play in the big show.

Still, I think she absolutely belongs on the sandlot, whatever the level of play.  She’s not always been supported by the powers that be in her pursuit of playing baseball, has been overlooked a few times because “she’s a girl” yet every time she’s gotten push back, she pushes back, hard.

She just wants to play.    

Her name is Bridget, my amazing and wonderful Goddaughter who has loved baseball since the day almost nine springs ago when I watched her pick up a bat, swing at a ball, and run down the basepaths, all with a smile a mile wide. From then she has absolutely adopted this game as her game. She’s played every single spring and summer, first in the T-ball league and then Little League and then middle school age travel league and come next year, maybe even for her high school team.  She’s the one I can always count on in my life to take in a game, or to beckon me right after supper, to go out back and throw the ball around.

I was thinking about Bridget and her love for the game because of a neat story that broke last week about pro baseball.  The New York Yankees became the very first professional baseball team to hire a woman to manage one of their affiliated teams. Come this spring Rachel Balkovec will skipper the Class A Tampa Tarpons. That’s in addition to one Bianca Smith, who is the very first African American woman to be hired as a professional baseball coach. She will work with rookie prospects for the Boston Red Sox this March in Fort Myers, Florida.

Which goes to show that even in the oldest of pursuits, even in the the most traditional and patriarchal of sports, things can change and for the better, for inclusivity, for a welcome and invitation to all who want to play, just play. To compete and all on a level playing field. I read those tales of women breaking through that glass ceiling and thought of Bridget and thought of baseball and thought of spring and thought of how much right now I could use some good news like this.

We could all use some good news, stories that while not world changing, nor universe altering, bring a smile to the face and a warmth to the heart, warmth we all really need in the depths of a third COVID winter.

So, yes: let’s talk baseball, talk spring!  These will both be here before we know it. Thank God.

After 2021, Enough With the 'UNPRECEDENTED' Already!

“Everything is unprecedented until it happens for the first time.”–Airplane Captain Chesley "Sully" Sullenberger

Unprecedented! What else is there to say?

When I was new to professional writing, I had an annoying literary habit of using words so often that they’d lose their true meaning, get watered down by repetition. Thus, when I brought a draft article to my editor, she looked it over and read that I’d used the word “crucial” six times in the first three paragraphs.  “John if you say something is ‘crucial’ over and over it loses its punch. Everything can’t be crucial. The spare use of ‘crucial’ gives it power as a descriptor.”

Mimi was an excellent teacher of rhetoric and so I wish I could ask her today about my use of the word ‘unprecedented’ and our use of the word ‘unprecedented’ as a culture. In the breathless and full volume media reports that scream out to us from our phones, computers, TVs, and radios, stories inevitably talking about the…unprecedented. You could say it’s unprecedented how often we have been describing things as of late as unprecedented. 

Like a million cases of COVID on just one January day in our United States of America. That’s unprecedented.  How about an attempted violent insurrection that sought to overturn a legitimate national election, something never, ever seen before in our history. Yes, unprecedented, as is the weird and scary fact that a year later upwards of ten percent of our fellow citizens think that same insurrection was led, not by supporters of the former President, but instead by left wing fascists. I kid you not. Their beliefs? Unprecedented.

But wait. There’s more!

Can anything top Tom Brady gunning for an amazing eighth Super Bowl ring at the grand old age of 44?  No other quarterback has won even close to that number. Terry Bradshaw and Joe Montana won four…ho hum. When I was 44, it got me out of breath just getting up off the couch during a Patriots game to grab another oversized plate of nachos. Hurt my arm lifting the sour cream container. But Brady and his seemingly invincible body? Unprecedented. As is the weather and climate change, like the fact that the summer of 2021 was the hottest ever in the history of temperature record keeping in this world. 

Yes, it all seems so unprecedented.

Unprecedented is one of those words it’s hard to find a substitute for. Unbelievable? Not quite the same. Unequaled, unparalleled, or unrivaled? Getting warm. How about bizarre? Closer. Fantastic? Maybe. Yet no other word seems to come close to matching the smack and the pop of calling something unprecedented.

But even if we are speechless, wordless, in the face of the intensity of the past few years, my hope and prayer is that in these unprecedented times, we won’t be beaten down or exhausted or become apathetic. That’s the danger of these days of living at such full volume. That it will plain wear us out.  That it will tempt us to throw up our hands in frustration and say, “I can’t do anything about it all anyway!” That worst of all, we might become apathetic or cynical about the state of our world right now and so roll over and just go back to bed.

Not me! Not you, I hope, either.

Unprecedented times instead call for unprecedented action. Is democracy threatened? Then get out and vote and become more active in the political process. Worried about how divided we are as a nation? Reach out to and then actually listen to another, whose views are different than your own. They may have something to teach you. Worn out by all the machinations and gyrations when it comes to COVID? Get vaxxed if you are not.  Wear a mask religiously. Take all the health precautions you can in the knowledge that when you do so, it is not just for you. It is also for your neighbor, for the stranger, and the faster and more faithfully we all do our part, the faster COVID will finally, one great and glorious day, be gone.

My faith challenges me to live with such courage and commitment, especially in unprecedented times.  To live with hope for better days, especially in tough times. To live with good humor and put all things in perspective. To live to fight another day. We can do it. We must do it.

So, I dare you. Be unprecedented in how you live this day. 

 

         

 

  

       

 

In 2022: To Do the Right Thing? A Child Shall Lead Them.

“Do the right thing, and then do the next right thing, and that will lead you to the next right thing after that.” --Michael J. Fox                                                               

When I grow up I want to be like 11 year old Davyon Johnson, a typical 6th grader from Muskogee, Oklahoma. According to a recent New York Times article he likes wrestling, basketball, remote controlled cars and Fortnite. But Johnson is anything but typical because on December 6th of last year, he saved the lives of two people. That’s right, two souls saved and within mere hours of one another!
 
First, he saved the life of a classmate when he came upon him in the school hallway and noticed his friend was choking.  Davyon went into action, using the heimlich maneuver he’d learned on YouTube. After one, two, then three squeezes, a bottle cap flew out of the boy's mouth. That object had become lodged in his throat when he drank from a water bottle. But Johnson was just getting warmed up.

Davyon’s Mom picked him up after school and they both went home to relax for a bit and the two then left for evening church services. On the way to church, Davyon spied smoke coming out of the back of a home and insisted his Mom pull the car over. While she called 911, Davyon knocked on the front door to alert the homeowners and five folks fled for safety. But one older woman was using a walker and struggling, so Davyon helped her get out safely, away from the burning home.
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Yup. All in a day’s work! At least for Davyon.

His community, of course, was amazed by his selfless and caring acts and so they feted him. As reported in the Times, “The Muskogee Police Department and Muskogee County Sheriff’s Office presented Davyon with a certificate on Dec. 15, naming him an honorary member of their forces.” There was also a pizza party and his photo appeared in the newspaper and a story ran on the local TV station.  Funny thing is Davyon thought it was all a bit overblown, the accolades and the “attaboys” that came at him from every side.

As he told his Mom, “I don’t want everyone to pay attention to me. I kind of did what I was supposed to do.’” Yes you did Davyon. You did the right thing and not once but twice and both times saving the life of a neighbor, in one case a person that you’d never met. And this all happened in a year when Davyon also lost his beloved 52 year old Dad to COVID.  His father, Willie James Logan, had also once saved someone from a burning building.      

I’m not sure what impresses me more: Davyon’s heroism or his humility.

So, here’s a spiritual piece of advice to all of us, as we begin a new year, that if the past year or so is anything like a guide, might just be filled with even more strange and challenging times. Like COVID, like toxic politics, like wondering where we might find glimpses of human sanity and yes, human goodness in this strange world. 

After all, it was just a year ago that a violent mob stormed the Capitol and tried to overturn a legitimate election for the only time in our history. Sheesh. Violent crime is up in many places and everything costs more and just when we think we might be able to jump off this crazy train, something else happens. Right now it is all too easy to grow weary or worse, cynical, about the state of our world and the human condition.

But then you hear about someone like Davyon, a child (!) who just does the right thing, who steps up with courage and service to help others and reminds us that most folks in his world are, in fact, good. Good of soul and good of character. That most people want the best for their loved ones and neighbors and strangers too. That most of us, when challenged with the specter of someone in need or hurting or in need of a little kindness: we will do the right thing.

You might read those sentiments and dismiss them as clueless idealism. Maybe you want to stubbornly hang on to a dim view of humanity, see all the bad in our world right. I guess you could be forgiven for such an attitude. We are all spiritually weary right now, battered by too many months of bad news.

And yet, given the choice? I will continue to seek the good and to see the good. To celebrate the best of human behavior and look for the saints like Davyon, everyday people doing extraordinary things, doing the right thing, and all to make this world a better place. My God and my beliefs tell me it is always better to light one candle rather than curse the darkness. There is still so much good to do and good to find in others if only we look with hearts of faith.

Give us your best, 2022. With folks like Davyon to lead the way, it just might be a very, very good year, to do the right thing.