Democracy Under the Gun: Who Will Save Us From Ourselves?

They have treated the wound of my people carelessly, saying, ‘Peace, peace,’ when there is no peace.”              --Jeremiah 6:14

Myths die hard, especially the mythical stories we tell ourselves as Americans.

In my dining room hang reproductions of four Norman Rockwell prints, created in 1943. Called “The Four Freedoms,” Rockwell based his paintings upon a 1941 speech by President Franklin Roosevelt.  FDR said, “In the future days…we look forward to a world founded upon four essential human freedoms.... freedom of speech and expression…freedom of every person to worship God in his own way…freedom from want [and]…freedom from fear.”

I love the sentiment behind those images. Parents tucking in children as the dad holds a newspaper with headlines speaking of cities being bombed. A family sitting down to the abundance of a Thanksgiving table. A lone man standing up to speak at a New England town meeting. Worshippers from a variety of religions pictured in community, each connecting to God in their own way.

These are not perfect nor inclusive images. They portray a very white and very male America. Yet I still love them, because of the deep and eternal values they seek to portray. Our aspirational American values and myths, those we celebrate on Memorial Day Weekend.

Freedom for all, no one left out, citizens and immigrants alike. Freedom of speech, opinions  shared, decisions made by citizens gathered in peace. Freedom to worship, no one religion forcing its narrow view of morality upon other folks of faith or no faith. Freedom from want, providing the weak and the sick, medical care, housing, food, and work.

We once might have believed these myths defined America. But lately? In 2022 I weep for America and who we’ve become. Our myths are no longer even aspirational. They are false, a civic fig leaf to make us feel okay about ourselves. Yet nothing can cover up the depths to which we have fallen as a society, the noblest of human and transcendent values forgotten, rejected. 

We were attacked by a pandemic. If most of us had taken basic precautions and gotten vaccinated, hundreds of thousands of Americans might have been saved. But because some value so-called “personal freedom” more than the lives of their neighbors, COVID kicked us to the ground, and we deserved it.   

We elected politicians who are bullies and braggarts, purveyors of conspiracy theories. Folks  more interested in partisan power than the common good. Thus, gridlock, even while most Americans are political moderates, and seek compromise in government. Give and take. Common ground. What we have instead are politicians ready to burn down the house to stay in power.

Thus, we sacrifice the lives of our children and the innocent, so we can worship at the altar of the second amendment to the constitution, the “right” to bear arms.  No exceptions. Easy access to weapons, like assault rifles that can slice someone in half in a second or two. 

More than 90 percent of Americans are in favor of new gun safety laws. Not to threaten gun ownership. Just sensible laws to keep guns out of the hands of those who should not bear arms. But a handful of politicians want power more than to protect our sons and daughters. 

In the faith I try my best to practice, the truth matters, even if it hurts. Telling the truth, even if it punctures long held myths. The truth is what sets us free to be free. The truth binds us with integrity to fellow children of God and to the divine.

In America, it is time to tell the truth about who we really are and just what we really stand for in 2022. It is not pretty. But if things are to change for the good, we have to confess to who America has become in these past few hellacious years. Only then can we aspire to lasting values that will shape us into a decent and just citizenry.

God help us all.

The Reverend John F. Hudson is Senior Pastor of the Pilgrim Church, United Church of Christ, in Sherborn, Massachusetts (pilgrimsherborn.org), blogs at sherbornpastor.blogspot.com, and was a longtime columnist for Gannett Media. He has served churches throughout New England for more than thirty years and is also a resident scholar at Saint John's University in Collegeville, Minnesota. For comments, please be in touch: pastorjohn@pilgrimsherborn.org.

 

        

 

Encourage a Young Person. The World Will Be Better for It!

“Be an encourager. The world has enough critics.”—Dave Willis, British author, and teacher

I would not be the person I am today if not for the encouragement of Becky. Oh, and Coach Holland too. And definitely Sue. And absolutely Dr. Beck. These are some of the caring adults who took an interest in me when I was a young person, and young in my career and calling, and who encouraged me every step of the way.  Who reminded that I was so much more than I might think I was, at any given moment.

Who would you put on your list, in your encouragement lineup? You know, the people who believed in you before you believed in you. The more experienced worker who showed you the ropes in a new job. Maybe a teacher who lit a passion and fire within you for an academic discipline or some new skill you’d never imagined for yourself before.  Maybe some old pro who showed you as a rookie, how to really play the game.

Encouragement: it is like spiritual oxygen in a way. With enough encouragement from others, we begin to believe we can do anything! We soar! But with little or no encouragement, with discouragement, we can wonder just why we were put here on this earth by our Creator. We stumble. I’m a lucky guy. You see, along with being encouraged early in life, I now also get to do encouragement, and for a living, in a way. 

Take a few Sundays ago.

In the afternoon I said an opening prayer at an Eagle Scout Court of Honor and then got to meet and encourage three young men who are already making this nation a better place by being good citizens.  I thanked and encouraged them to keep at it! Later I was a judge at a local student film festival for high schoolers in the greater Boston area. What a wonderful time—to watch the creativity of those young filmmakers blossom on screen and then to be able to meet them, tell them “Great job!” and encourage them to keep at it. Finally, that night I had a confirmation class with a group of nine young people studying faith. Owning it for themselves for the first time in their young lives. I encouraged them to take the class seriously and boy, they did! How thoughtful they were; how much their joy and energy just lifted me up.

Giving encouragement doesn’t take a lot of time. It isn’t rocket science. You don’t need to take a class. All you need to do is think of a young person in your life who could use some encouragement. I guarantee it won’t be hard to think of one or maybe even more folks. A son or daughter, or grandchild. A neighbor. A player on the team you coach. A young person in your house of worship.

All they need, all any human needs really, is someone to be a cheerleader. To bring our hearts to bear upon the heart of another and then to give them confidence. "Encourage" simply means to give heart.  To remind someone that they actually do have the right stuff.  All that is needed is for a fellow soul to speak encouraging words, and to love another so much that we want the best for them.  We want them to succeed at whatever hope God has for their one life.

We live in a time when children, youth and young adults need all the help and encouragement we can offer. While the pandemic has often been hard for many of us adults, COVID has been a disaster for lots of kids. It isolated them socially at times when many were just learning how to be social and be in community with peers. COVID took them off of their teams and off the performance stage and away from their friends. Add that to everything else happening right now—climate change, the war in Ukraine, toxic politics—and you can see how easy it is for our young people to feel disheartened. Discouraged. 

It is amazing what a difference just a little encouragement makes in the life of a fellow child of God. Those adults who shaped me and my one life? Becky was a counselor at the first summer camp I went to: she loved me deeply and honored who I was at a time in my teens when I struggled to love myself.  Sue was my first church youth group advisor who then mentored me into my career for the next 35 years! When I told her of a challenge, she’d always remind me that I had it within myself to do the right thing. I believed her. Coach Holland taught me to stand up for myself against grade school bullies. Dr. Beck made the Old Testament come alive for me when I was a biblical neophyte studying to become a minister.

They encouraged me. Now it is my responsibility to pass it on. We cannot solve all of the world’s pain and hurt but we can begin to heal and give hope to our fellow children of God when we are encouraging. When we take the time to listen and really care for the children, youth and young adults in our daily lives and world. 

Someone gave you heart when you needed it most. That made all the difference in your life. Now go. Do the same. Encourage. Encourage. Encourage.

 

 

 

 

 

 

  

From AOL to Twitter: What a Long Strange Trip It's Been

Dinosaur (noun) 1. a person or thing that is outdated or has become obsolete because of failure to adapt to changing circumstances.                      --Oxford Dictionary

“You’ve got mail!”

That’s what my computer “said” to me almost thirty years ago. “You’ve got mail” was the chipper announcement on the first popular internet company—AOL--in the early nineteen nineties. Your emails were just a click away. Twenty-eight years later I still have my original AOL email address.  And I yes, I still use it.  And yes, some of my younger friends shake their heads in disbelief when they realize the email address I’ve written to them from.

Yes. I am a dinosaur.

AOL of course stands for “America Online” and back in the infancy of the internet it was the place to be. Cutting edge. Innovative. Cool even. When I signed up for my AOL account in the summer of 1994, it was amazing. Then I was a rare breed. I was the earliest of early adopters. In 1994 barely 5 million Americans even had a consumer email account like AOL. Email and surfing the net was mostly the province of academics and the government and corporations.

You actually had to pay a monthly fee to AOL and dial in to the service using a telephone modem.  You knew you were connected when a random series of beeps, squawks, and buzzes ended and then if you had email, you’d hear that amazing welcome. “YOU’VE GOT MAIL!” and always spoken in the cheeriest of tones.  

At the height of its popularity and success AOL was worth some $200 billion and boasted in excess of 35 million folks who used the platform.  Today—well AOL is more of a punchline than anything, a quaint leftover item from the good old days of computers.  It still limps along. But it no longer tells me “You’ve got mail!” when I sign in these days.  

That’s how it often is with big tech. So many companies here today and gone tomorrow.  Red hot and on fire in the present and then ice cold and out of business oh so soon. That COMPAQ computer I had in 1994…that company bought Digital Computers in 1998, which was once the largest private employer in Massachusetts and is now gone. Hewlett Packard (HP) computers then bought the whole conglomeration in 2002. HP is now one of those fading computer companies along with IBM. Both were once blue-chip companies. I worked in high tech in the nineties. Every single company I was employed by is now gone.  Prime. Data General. Sun Microsystems. Honeywell. Digital. 

Perhaps more than any other industry high tech is known for dramatic ultra-fast growth but also its head spinning super quick decline.  The darling of Wall Street and the public one year might be consigned to the trash heap of history the next. Makes me wonder what our time’s AOL might be.  Facebook? Google? Or how about Twitter? Will our kids be tweeting in 28 years or will this soon to be Elon Musk owned company become the next AOL?

Is Musk’s $44 billion purchase a savvy investment or is Twitter more smoke and mirrors than solid enterprise? Yes, it boasts 217 million daily active users and yes, if you could monetize infamy and drama, then Twitter might actually be worth what Musk is paying for it. Or not. There is the fact that ten percent of its users produce eighty percent of its tweets, meaning the number of actually active folks on that platform is relatively small. Since Twitter was introduced in 2006, its not been a moneymaker, not even close. Since 2010 its lost $4 billion and turned a profit in only two of the past twelve years.

On Twitter can be found both the profound and the profane, the fluff and the destructive. Consider the fact that the ten most followed Twitter accounts are two politicians, one soccer player, a business tycoon and six entertainers. That’s kind of lightweight. Want to witness the worst of human behavior? Bullying and racism and misogyny and the unchecked power of the mob? Check out Twitter.  The place where some of the January 6^th insurrection was planned, coordinated, and promoted, and by folks at the highest level of government too. Twitter is a place where just about anyone can use the platform to spread misinformation about COVID. Or the “danger” of vaccines.  

You can see I’m no great fan of Twitter and I’ll probably never have an account. It is just too ugly and weird a place for me to visit. That might be my tech dinosaur credentials showing. For those who love Twitter they tell me there is no better place to find the latest news, hear the latest celebrity gossip, or share the latest opinion.

Wither Twitter? Who knows?

But my faith teaches me the great gift of perspective, seeing the long arc of human history as the truth of our existence.  Human enterprises like Twitter always rise and most often eventually fall. What is seemingly so valuable today might tomorrow be lost to memory and oblivion.  God alone stays forever.

Everything else fades. All of our of the moment fads. All of our human drama. All of our cultural chatter about seemingly “important” news like a multi-billionaire buying a social media company for a personal play toy I suppose. But good luck Elon. You might just have purchased the next Amazon. Or the next AOL.  Time will tell.

And by the way: “You’ve got tweets!”    

 

A Good Life Always Demands Sacrifice for Others

 "Sacrifice is a part of life. It’s supposed to be. It’s not something to regret. It’s something to aspire to.”         --Mitch Albion, author

If you want to see the true character of a person, a community, or a nation, just watch how they respond when times are tough. 

That’s a truism I’ve come to believe in and witness in my thirty plus years as a helping professional. When you do work like I do—when you walk through the valley of this shadow of death with a family facing illness or accompany a couple through the wreckage of a divorce or stand by an addict as she seeks to escape the grip of her obsession, you often see humanity at its very best.

In hard times, you see people step up and sacrifice.

Like a single parent who sacrifices their own needs so their kids will thrive. Or a citizen soldier who, when the call goes out, leaves home, and loved ones to fight for the common good, to give even their life, so others might live. Or a teacher who gives up financial gain to work in a district where the pay is low, but the need is high. When sacrifice is called for, giving up something in the short term for a long term good; these ordinary people do extraordinary things.

But there is also the opposite corollary of this truism. I’ve also seen that sometimes when times are tough and demand the best of our humanity, the worst instead comes out. Our more selfish impulses. We can focus on trivial concerns that pale in comparison to what really matters. Or our instinct is to follow this moral path: every person for themselves!

Two weeks ago, when a federal judge struck down the Center for Disease Control’s mask mandate on public transportation, videos went viral showing passengers on airplanes cheering at the moment they found out they could take off their masks. As if some kind of communal challenge had been achieved or some war had been won or some difficult sacrifice was no longer needed when the judge acted. When the masks come off. 

VICTORY! HIP HIP HOORAY!!

C’mon. Really?

Was it ever all that hard to wear a mask in public? While shopping at the grocery store or pharmacy? Or while watching a ball game or going to a movie? While riding a bus or taking a three-hour flight? I’m sorry but the notion of “celebrating” not having to do something anymore that was and is in fact so easy, so simple, so basic, and so clearly needed for the common good: it makes me sad. 

Makes me think about the people in our nation who had to make real sacrifices during COVID, who had to do so much more than a person like me, to get through COVID. Some of whom are still sacrificing, still giving up, still suffering from so much more than having to don a mask and stay six feet away from a neighbor.

Real sacrifice.

Health care professionals that are still working so damn hard. Students and teachers who had to mask up for whole days at school. Young families who are still in lockdown because there is no way yet to vaccinate their child and keep the kid safe. Sacrifice? Loss? Think of all the families and the loved ones of the almost 1 million Americans who have died from COVID. All that grief. All that hurt.

And we complain about having to wear a mask or being required to be vaccinated to keep others safe. To just do our part for the common good. In March of 2020, I so wanted to believe and hope that the overwhelming majority of Americans would step up. Would give up whatever was needed. Would gladly contribute to the common good of uniting and fighting against COVID.

But that did not happen. We faced the worst, and, in some ways, it has shown what deficits we face as a community. It embarrasses me to say it, but we are civically flabby and out of shape as a nation. We’ve been led for more than a generation by a class of politicians who far too often appeal to the very worst in us and tell us we do not have to ever sacrifice anything for the common good. Social media, instead of uniting us, too often sows seeds of disinformation and tribalism.

My faith teaches me one basic lesson over and over and over and over.  God makes us to be for and with one another. The life God gives to one and all is never ever meant to be a solo affair, to be lived for self alone. No.  We are created to be in community and to do what we have to at times, and yes even sacrifice, for the common good we all need and the common good we all enjoy. 

Sacrifice. The common good. We are all in this together America. God help us to remember that when the next crisis hits. 

 

 

 

 

April: Time to Get Back on the Bike!

“[The bicycle] is no longer a beast of steel… no, it is a friend… It is a faithful and powerful ally against one’s worst enemies. It is stronger than anxiety, stronger than sadness. It has all the power of hope.”          --Maurice Leblanc, French novelist

The first ride of spring. 

There’s no other ride quite like it on the rest of my cycling calendar. I cycle from mid-April to mid-October or so, six months on the bike and then six months off. Yes, I’ve got hardcore cycling friends who will pedal until the very first snowflake falls and then break out the bike in early March, leaning into a biting cold wind as they brave the elements. Not me.

Cycling, and my return to it each and every year: for me it marks the birth of spring and the promise of summer. Cycling is like my secular Easter in a way, both my bike and my body somehow resurrected on a hopeful April afternoon. The bike hangs where I placed it in the garage last fall, dangles from an oversized hook, as if it is in some mid-winter’s mechanical slumber, just waiting to be awoken. I gently take it down, dust off the cobwebs and pump up the tires, spin the wheels and listen as the “click, click, click” of the gears tell me that my machine is ready for another year.

My body? Well, we will see. But that old truism about never having to learn how to ride a bike more than once: each new year that inevitably is proven true. Though it’s been a half a year since I spun these pedals, almost as soon as I mount up and begin the journey my muscle memory kicks in. My cycling shoes clip on to the pedals after just a try or two. I feel the breeze on my face and go into my lowest gear as I approach the long steady climb of Ivy Lane, just around the corner from my driveway. Almost every time I go out on a ride, this familiar hill is both a great way to start and warm up and also a not-so-great way to start, my cranky thigh muscles burning and my huffing lungs puffing away.

“I think I can, I think I can!”

Finally, after several minutes of stubborn and determined work, I’m at the apex of the hill, and am about to experience one of the best gifts of cycling. If you go up a hill, you then get to go down a hill on the other side! HOOORAH! First ride, first downhill.  Later, at ride’s end I will absolutely know that spring is here again. Warm summer nights aren’t far off, when the sun hangs around and I am out on a bike ride until early evening, with its soft light and the sound of peepers. I glide home aware of how good life is, especially when seen from two wheels at 12 miles per hour.

Not a cyclist? I bet you have some other spring alarm clock, some April event, which marks the beginning of the season for you. Your first ride, in a way, when it feels like life is about to be renewed and winter is finally put into the rear-view mirror. What is it?

First baseball game and first hot dog. First day in the garden, hands thrust into the cold ground, preparing mother earth for a new cycle of life.  First real barbeque on the back yard grill. First sighting of a crocus pushing up from the soil. First trip to the garden center to haul away bags of musky smelling mulch. First time wearing dock shoes or sandals or flip flops. First ice cream cone, its sticky remains dribbling down your chin. First night sleeping with the heat off.  First night snoozing away with the window open. First time mowing the lawn and hearing the familiar loud whine of the lawn mower.

One of the social and spiritual casualties of the past few years living in COVID times has been the loss of seasonal touchstones, things that mark our movement from one time of the year to another time of year and all timed by familiar activities. The year I sat alone at table on Easter and ate that ham solo? That did not feel like spring. The year there was no baseball, not for several months? That was not a real April, at least not for me.  The year my Mom and I could not make a trip to our cherished Clam Shack restaurant on the beach?  That was so weird to miss that ritual.

But this year, 2022, God willing for the time being: we can celebrate the arrival of spring with almost all of our cherished rituals and rites intact.  Celebrate resurrection. Celebrate Passover. Celebrate Opening Day. Celebrate tucking that winter coat into the farthest recesses of the hall closet.

First ride. Nothing else like it. Thank you, spring. Thank you, God.

     

Living In an Angry World: Change Begins With Me

“Bad temper is its own safety valve. He who can bark does not bite.”         --Agatha Christie

Some advice: don’t drive cranky.  If it can be avoided, don’t do anything else cranky either. But especially the driving cranky part.

To explain--last weekend I was behind the wheel of my almost brand-new car, one I enjoy more than any other vehicle I’ve ever owned. Since I purchased it two years ago, I have been very, VERY careful with it. No tailgating. No tight parking spaces where someone can “ding” my door.  Always garaged at the first sign of snow.  I’ve babied it in the hopes of making it look good for as long as possible and to last as long as possible too.

Back to that doomed drive. Someone I was doing business with did not come through, did not keep up their end of the bargain. His failure to meet what I perceived to be my oh so important desire; it so angered me that without thinking, I got in my car, and did the quickest U-turn ever, so fast that I failed to see a pile of dirt and rocks in my path and my car slammed right into that debris, smashing in my front bumper. 

OUCH!

I didn’t realize the damage until later, when I noticed the front lower bumper was warped and twisted, that large scratches marked its exterior and that it had been pushed in by a good two inches. Oh, and that business transaction gone bad? Within minutes of my ill fated auto exit, that merchant had reached out to me to apologize and came through, even throwing in a bit extra as an apology of sorts.

Making my anger pretty stupid, a waste of my spirit and resulting in only one thing. Damage. To my car. To my psyche. To my ego. And all for nothing. But that is how it is with such anger and crankiness, at least most of the time when I express it.  My angry response is often way out of proportion to what has happened.  My anger makes me look at the world in a warped way, through the eyes of victimhood as in “WHY ME!?”  It makes me focus on what I don’t have rather than remember what I do have, how blessed I am this life if only I’d pay attention.  My anger separates me: from the best part of myself, from others in my life and finally from God.

But my anger also reminds me that I am only human. That everyone gets vexed at times: is cranky, ornery, irritated, irate, even outraged and I think especially in these emotionally heavy times that we are living in.  There is so much to weigh down upon us in 2022—everything from the war in Ukraine to the latest threatening COVID variant. Crankiness is pretty widespread among the populace these days.

From anger at a clerk who hasn’t served us fast enough (it’s not their fault the store is understaffed), to umbrage at school committee members (folks who volunteer for the common good!), crankiness is rampant. Anger on airplanes. Incivility among lawmakers. Vexation in the family around the dinner table.  And yes, getting behind the wheel and driving angry.

It’s not that our anger is always misplaced or wrong. There are a lot of things going on right now that are high stress and high pressure and so it makes sense in a way that more of us are in foul moods or feeling at the end of our ropes.  There is injustice to protest and wrongs we want to right. When anger is channeled constructively and expressed non-violently, it both acts as an emotional safety valve and can lead to change for the good.

It's the unconstructive, violent, and selfish anger that worries me. Anger that in fact masks other emotions, like our sadness, grief, or fear.  Anger at the state of the world: getting mad is much easier than feeling heartache at how the world is right now. Anger at another person for their “faults” is much more tempting than to honestly look at our own faults.

Anger takes its toll.

In really angry driving: across the United States automobile accidents and fatalities are spiking back up after years of decline. Drug overdose and alcohol related deaths are at all time highs as well, so much of that being about folks seeking to soothe their roiled emotions and broken hearts with mind altering substances. Long term anger hurts the body, causes high blood pressure, and strains the heart.  And of course, anger expressed in violence is the worst anger of all. What is a war finally, than anger expressed at the national level? Anger of one people against another people.

Whew!

Thank goodness that my faith teaches me ways to temper my anger, to tame it, even to transform it into something positive.  Anger fades when I remember I am doing my best right now and so is almost everyone else.  Anger cools when I realize how selfish it can be, putting myself at the center of all things in the universe. Maybe what I want is not the most important thing right now. Anger channeled into action empowers me to work for justice, for the best for my fellow children of God.  Anger offered up in prayer teaches me that there is a power so much bigger than myself holding everything together. It’s not my job to be in charge of everything.

I probably won’t get my car bumper fixed right away.  When I look at it, may it teach me the price of anger and the cost of crankiness.

Have a mellow week.

 

     

 

                     

 

The Amazing Grace of Being Shown and Showing Grace

"Through many dangers, toils and snares, I have already come; 'Tis grace has brought me safe thus far and grace will lead me home."       --Amazing Grace, by John Newton

 

We interrupt this sharp elbowed, kind of wacky, certainly bumpy, world right now to bring you…. a little…. grace.

Yes, grace. 

No, not the prayer said at your Thanksgiving or holy day or holiday table, though God knows we could all use some prayers right now. Grace, but not the kind we see from a talented ballet dancer, or nimble gymnast, though I am amazed at how some folks are just so physically graceful.  

The kind of grace I speak of us is about how we are treated by others and how others treat us, especially when we’ve screwed up or made a big mistake. It’s the quality of grace folks of faith often attribute to the God they know, as in a God who loves them unconditionally and forgives them absolutely. It’s the feeling of grace we experience if someone just gives us a break when we really, really need it. When we are at our worst for whatever reason yet still, a friend or a family member, maybe even a stranger, stays by us and helps us to return to our best.

Grace.  

To say that our world, and Creation, need grace right now…. that’s an understatement.  We are living in sharp and scary, stress-filled, and sometimes traumatic grace-less times. We all know the list, right? Pandemic. Civic separation and conflict. War. Inflation. Nasty politicians fighting in the sandbox.    

In a recent Atlantic magazine article, “Why People Are Acting So Weird,” author Olga Khazan gives us the laundry list of today’s current social ills, seemingly everyone acting out. Rage in the skies and on airplanes as the masked and unmasked square off.  Culture wars around issues like banning books. Public displays of incivility and downright meanness on the rise. Record numbers of car crashes.  Increased drinking and drug use and overdose deaths, more than ever before. A national murder rate that’s increased in the past two years by almost one-third, the largest uptick ever recorded.  

As Khazan asks in exasperation, “How did Americans go from clapping for health-care workers to threatening to kill them?” That’s not hyperbolic. Just last month white supremacists protested outside of Brigham and Women’s Hospital in Boston, with a sign that ominously read, “BW Hospital Kills Whites.” 

WHAT THE…….!!!???     

Time out people! Take a chill pill. Just breathe, ok?  And maybe, most important of all, let’s try and treat one another with grace and show one another grace, in these high emotion, high stress, high fear times.

So, perhaps, don’t be so judgy about folks and their politics—I know I need to give some of my fellow citizens a break. I don’t know what it is like to walk in their shoes or to live in their lives. I’ve no idea what keeps them up at night, the challenges they are facing right now. They need some grace. Some space. Some kindness.

Grace: shown to the people I work with and the people I work for.  They are worried about their bills, and they are worried about their kids and their health, and the health of their loved ones and they are exhausted from being whipsawed with all the changing health news and COVID news and war news that comes pouring out of their phones that they just can’t put down. WHEW!  They must be spiritually exhausted after the past 104 weeks or so. They absolutely need a little grace and understanding.

And yes, grace needs to be shown to ourselves by ourselves.  Like when you get cranky with the family because everything is so worrisome right now. Or when I beat myself up over the fact I’ve yet to lose that COVID extra poundage or I am watching too much TV to blow off steam and relax.  Or how some days are just so hard---to wade back into the world, this very hard world and very sharp world. Give yourself a break!

Grace. When we receive it, there is nothing else like it.  The grace of God comforts us. The grace of a neighbor heartens us. The grace of a loved one soothes us. Grace given, grace received just makes life softer, gentler, more beautiful and filled with hope for better tomorrows.

Grace: we all need it. Amazing grace.