Division plays a huge role in our lives today. We’re surrounded by division; the poor against the wealthy, the Democrats against the Republicans, one race and culture against another, gender against gender, one religion against the other, and worse, family against family.
I’m tired. I was tired before this country became so divided. I’ve been tired for at least seven long years. It started the day after Thanksgiving, the worse day of my life, the day my world fell apart. When division robbed me of family, broke my heart, and continues with silence years after.
There’s something satisfying in rehashing a scene to justify hurt feelings, or to vilify someone elses actions. And I wonder if this is what keeps the division stretched and the silence echoing in the stillness of the presence.
And as the years pass it almost feels like this lost child never was, except for the void in my heart. But on other days, it slams me so hard it brings me to my knees in tears and rips my heart in two. How much more so for our country?
When riots, hurtful words, profanities, and hatred boil over and fill our streets and towns in the name of justice, it serves no one. It widens the division. And a family or a country divided against itself will fall.
Those who use their fame to speak the loudest hold no merit for me. I must respect the person before I could value their opinion and ideas. Their outward display in the form of profanities and slander simply turn a deaf ear. Using venues designed for events outside the political arena to exploit their ideas while holding the audience captive is repugnant. Fame or wealth have never elevated one’s opinion over another, except within their own mind. All are equal.
Let’s try something different; let’s pray for our country and the leadership we need instead of slandering, defaming, exploiting, gossiping, and listening to the far left or right. What’s done is done and continuing to attack only keeps the country in unrest and nothing will be accomplished. Mending the gap becomes more difficult with time; just like the rend in the fabric of my family. I hope not all is lost…