There...that is a sobering thought on this 4th of July...as the history of my country is refreshed in my mind, bringing again tears to my eyes.
This is not the first time I've read that quote of Day's...not the first time I've felt gobsmacked by its meaning. It just feels like the first time.
It was a quick trip to the realization that this is the first time that I recall having so very many people not personally attached to me that I love the least. Mercy...a half dozen names of the unloved popped to mind before I finished my sentence.
That's not all...I feel justified. Justified, or rigid, righteous and right. But I am justified...rigid, righteous and rightly so!
I have been consciously talking with God about my feelings toward the main person of my discontent for a while...not getting very far, but I give me points for awareness that it is my problem.
What with the most recent...accumulating...events on our political scene, my definition of "justified" is changing...maybe my opposing the current events is God's will just not God's way.
Resist not, dig deep and find God's way to change...to change my mind, to change my take on events, to change the events not to my liking but to God's perfect intent, i.e., to overcome evil with good. Ah, there's my sliver of gold, to overcome with love as opposed to eradicate with hate.
My new marching orders, my daily Open, Sesame to the Father within, are to love and laugh at my efforts to live and breathe this when all I need do is pray thank you...with the added caveat of meaning it.
There's the blood, sweat and tears of our prayer of thank you...honestly meaning it.
Thank you.
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