November 14, 2015 Leave a comment
For several days now, I have just felt depressed when I open my news page: recently, there have been a number of very troubling murders, including some allegedly perpetrated by children. A pastor’s pregnant wife was murdered in her home, there have been sexual assaults, including teens assaulting toddlers, and now a coordinated terrorist attack killing more than 120 across the city of Paris.
But it isn’t just the violence: it’s the clash of ideologies that wearies me to the very bone. One group sues to have a nativity scene banned from display on public property because religion offends them, while another bunch of religious crazies gets bent out of shape because Starbucks goes with a red holiday cup.
We have politicians and would-be presidents that gleefully toss around threats of deportation of millions of undocumented immigrants including children who would be uprooted from the only home they have known and sent back to a greater uncertainty, well except for the near certainty of poverty and misery.
We allow ourselves to be blinded by the counterproductive values of those who are driven by greed. We turn our faces from the uncomfortable reality of suffering and seek our security if not our happiness in a warm gun. And when violence erupts in a school or church, the immediate call is not for controlling access to guns but rather arming more people to deter (read “preemptively kill”) would-be mass killers. And we can do all that while quoting scriptures and patting the cover of a dog-eared King James Bible.
We worry so much about rights and not bruising the delicate sensibilities of this special interest group or that special interest group that we forget about responsibilities, and I’m talking about the ones that predate the Constitution and the assembled code of laws accreted since the founding of this country.
The most fundamental directive of humankind is to love one another. That love could be manifested in many ways, but none more genuine and foundational than seeing to the needs of the poor, weak, sick and vulnerable.
I know there is evil in the world. I’ve been alive since the dark days of the 1960’s. I remember the body counts from Vietnam on the evening news. I remember the saber-rattling that preceded the fall of the Soviet Empire. I remember the first and second Gulf Wars. And I have watched the rise of radical religious zealots who are bent on establishing an oppressive, blood-soaked global theocracy.
The news disturbs me daily, and far more than it ever lifts me up. I need good news. I need to know that there is still goodness in this world. I need to know that there are those who have not given up the fight against darkness, against inhumanity, against suffering. I need something to rekindle my faith in the goodness of humanity.
Whatever happens in the world, the evil without must not be an excuse for the growth of a malignant evil within. We must never dim the divine light loaned to humanity in deference to the darkness of hate, greed, selfishness and the shadowy passions that degrade our innate nobility. We were made for better than what we see in the news. Like a tiny candle flickering against the night, every small act of kindness strikes a blow against evil. Never be afraid to join the light and make a difference. The alternative is darkness. Those are the only two choices.
I choose light.