Have We Lost Our Minds?

Reminiscent of Public Lynchings

The recent developments in the Supreme Court nominee Brett Kavenaugh confirmation hearings have become a spectacle of dire imaginings. I have wearied of the sport being made of the man. He’s being vilified over and over again in social media and beyond. The man is being seen as guilty until proven innocent. Christine Blase Ford is also getting her share of hits, but I think they’ve been kinder to her. It all comes down to a ‘he said, she said’ episode of “To Tell the Truth” being broadcast on the national stage. Every word, expression, emotional reaction, and innuendo is being micro-analyzed. Even their hair and clothing are being critiqued and publicly, and sometimes distastefully, discussed or assailed.

There are no winners here, as it stands now, except the money that is being made and can be made in its aftermath. Speak of the word despicable, the accusations and implications spread as truth across social media are in that category.

Have we lost our minds?

Let’s go back two years—  Remember the anger and hatred spewing right and left?

2016:

During the past presidential election season, ugliness was everywhere and even some of my fb friends were being sucked into the fight with words. It got so bad that I began hiding posts from my fb newsfeed. I couldn’t take it anymore. Yet I wanted to know what was being said and what was going on. I have a political bent and strive to keep informed. Some had lost a handle on what constitutes decency and order and civility during those tempestuous times. I was appalled by people’s hateful words and angry rants.

I wrote the following FaceBook post to try to raise awareness of the indignity of it all.

Dear American Sisters and Brothers, Hatred is not the answer. It has never been the answer. Stand for peace and justice. Stand for liberty and freedom. Stand for the innocent and the marginalized. Stand for the ones with no voice. Stand for the ones who represent our country wherever they may be and whomever they may be. Stand for what is good in America. Be willing to stand for what is right even if you have to stand alone. Those who condemn others so harshly look closely at yourself and rise to a better place, the place of grace and blessing. It is better to build people up rather than to tear them down. There is a right standard that pulls us together that is above the fray. We must seek to find that place of common ground where the better good is found. MLK understood this. He spoke the language of a land which wishes all its people free, equal, and accepted. Hatred toward other people in our land will never achieve a good end, it will only inflame anger and harm…and this includes our attitudes towards our newly elected officials, whether you  like them or not. Please, look truth in the eye. What you hate may consume you and change you to be more like what you are hating. People are making statements that are inflammatory and akin to public shaming and entitlement. It behooves all of us to be careful and kind to even those we disagree with or find offensive. There is civic dialogue and civilized ways of behaving. Please consider your part in making this a peace-loving country. United we stand. Divided we fall.  –NLB 2016, November

Hatred is being consumed in the ever-increasing national appetite for sensationalism. People are believing it, too. Like with the #MeToo movement, a person’s personal narrative is influencing the way a subject or person is viewed, whether positive or negative. What is contrived or what is true, what is remembered correctly or what is being misrepresented, are the pertinent questions.

But could there be another angle to the story?

Is this about a woman’s right to choose? About abortion? Opinions on abortion could be a contributing factor and a possible underlying presence that is fueling this anger against a Kavenaugh confirmation. Do I know? Of course I don’t know. I can only surmise. But it always surprises me how the ‘innocents’ are so easily abandoned–terminated, to be precise–in a country that by law seeks to protect people, trees, and animals.

I wouldn’t want a miscarriage of justice or a misrepresentation of what is true to publicly ‘lynch’ either person.

You see, there is a right and there is a wrong, there is evil and there is righteousness. Here on this blog it is my responsibility before God to carefully write about the things of God and to reflect the spiritual in ways others can consume. I am a person, and I fail more than I care to admit. I don’t always know how to do it right. But I do know we are encased in a spiritual battle that has repercussions in every home in our country.

I pray often about what is going on. Please join me in praying.

I want those with ears to hear, to turn to God with all their heart, mind, and soul. I know that in Christ is where your soul’s redemption is found and real life begins. Right now I see a contest being played out before us. I think of Elijah, he was alone when he faced impossible odds. But he fought the good fight, believed in the one true God, and God answered and proved he was God. That same God is at work today. The battle belongs to the Lord. He is able to do above and beyond what we ask or think. I’m so glad this is true.

And when I pray, I pray that the truth will be known but not assumed.

God bless you.


What do you think?

The Great Weariness

Much of this year I have been physically, emotionally, and relationally weary. That’s the honest truth, through and through. The happiness wasn’t there. I was carrying burdens and working through complications and worrying about my mother’s health and her next steps. Then it got even more complicated. Although her passing was expected, the uncertainty you go through is still draining.

The week of Mother’s two services, I felt an extreme weariness with it all. Words and thoughts were hard to come by for any length of time. I fell strangely silent. Making conversation seemed a great effort. My youngest daughter later said, about that week, that she thought I was worried because I was so unlike myself. Truly, it was only a great weariness.

A week or two later and I am much better. Sometimes you plug along trying to get through another day, and next day, and next. Some seasons in life are that way. It is your hope and knowledge that God is carrying you along that helps get you through it. I’ve slept a lot more than usual these days, but I am recovering. Rest is respite for the weary.

There was good reason for me being the way I’ve been, but not a good enough reason. A week ago I did my best to face it. I wrote it all down in my journal. I prayed and prayed and released and released, a little more than I had released the week before, and the week before that. I asked God to help me get things done, to help get me out of the fog and out of my funk, to let the problems go that my mind has latched on to so tightly. I asked God to restore my joy and to help me get back on the bright side.

I removed myself from a situation that gets me down. I decided to not put myself out there. Unhappiness in spirit is wearing on the true self. I chose self-care over getting involved and speaking out, and knew it to be the right thing to do. I re-read A Grief Observed by C. S. Lewis; he so gets it right in the raw places of his own grieving. I’ve been adjusting to the recent loss of my mother. This September marks the 10th anniversary since a dear male friendship came to an abrupt end. Markers of sad times still have a sting. It’s also the month I grieve my sister Lois’s passing.

I am reading books, too, and finding them rich and lovely. I am praying for a friend who needs it. Praying with great intention is heavy-weight stuff. I feel its burden but also its hope. She will be stronger spiritually once this is past. I must persist in intercessory praying and not lose focus.

I am back at writing a book I am close to publishing. I’m hoping to offer it as a freebie. POWER THROUGH, An Adventure in Other-Focused Living is a secular book on how to be other-centered rather than self-centered. It’s a push-back to what’s going on these days in our ultra critical,  negative community of angry people. This is my third edit. Pray for me. Thanks.

You know what? This week is going much better. I’ve put myself on an earlier schedule. That’s helping. I am forcing myself to look for the happy things, the blessings each day brings, the moments of joy I can celebrate. My spirits are lifting, higher and higher. Yesterday afternoon I visited with my 98 1/2 year old neighbor, to tell her about Mom’s passing. She is so sweet, gave me three hugs, and said she sings “One day at a time, sweet Jesus” every day. I love that!

Today I feel light, happy, more like myself. It has been a long time. I didn’t do it alone.  God came to my aid and buoyed me up. I needed that, I really did. God gives us a supernatural strength we do not have on our own. I asked for clarity of mind. He is supplying that as well. Today I cooked dinner for my dad like I do three times a week. We had a lovely visit, just him and me. And that’s quite special. He is appreciative and likes what I make, so it’s a win win.

I’m going to leave you with a poem that I wrote back in 2008. I shared it with my friend Andrew on his blog today. He’s suffering terribly with ill health but gives credit to God for hope, love, and carrying him along. He’s been living this way for years though the symptoms have worsened. But his faith keeps growing in leaps and bounds. His blog provides hope for others in the midst of their own trials.

I hope the poem encourages you. God bless.

It’s time to live again
Move out of the shadows
Away from cloistered walls

Fly again, you say
To a land of dreams
Life will open its door

See the possibility
The endless probability
Love on the wings of a dove

Into the sunlight it gives rise
Elegant grace, and beauty
A zephyr in radiant sky