Here’s an elevated view of Maine snow. I may want to deny it, but it’s deep and cold here every February, as my iPhone photos confirm. No wonder I eat so much chocolate in winter! Reviewing the pics reminds me I’m so grateful we’re out of the Covid years; it’s harsh enough being shut in by the cold. But I stay in voluntarily, dreading and listening to strong wind gusts in near zero temps.
The enforced isolation of Covid changed all cultures, all people for the worse. Without rationalizing further, I think it may be a sinister and now subconscious motivation for the fearful factionalism that drives the irrational destructiveness of the world that is now loosed in the nation and the world. And don’t anyone dare let TDS make a scapegoat of one man. That unthinking simplified blame reaps violence and uglier divisions. Will we ever strive for Unitas and peace again? Will we prefer to drop food off at food banks and blankets at shelters instead of milling around town streets and disturbing the peace to harass the police or worse?
Lord, I want to pray to You, “Help the homeless, especially in these times, and I’m not referring only to unknown street people.” But will You move for them if I don’t? I’m asking You to do what I’m not willing to do personally. That surely is double sin, and I feel guilt, but not enough yet to leave the house. So how or what can I pray when I’m failing to do the good I know I should? Jesus, help me not to try to justify my failures. Mediator, help the physically needy and the emo-mentally needy since I so easily dismiss them, at least until I “screw (my) courage to the sticking place.”
And I know it may not be how You work, but, Lord, shift us to center and quiet caring, quickly away from “the chief peculiarity of the psyche of your favorites, namely, the ‘periodic-need-to-destroy-the-existence-of-others-like-oneself…’”. (BT, p. 318). IJN
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