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Showing posts from October, 2020

Seven Days and Counting

  Earth Day: October 26, 2020   An American theologian Reinhold Niebuhr composed the following prayer in 1932. “Father, give us courage to change what must be altered, serenity to accept what cannot be helped, and the insight to know one from the other.” If it sounds familiar, it’s because several versions of this prayer spread quicky, most famously in song lyrics and poetry, and in 1955, Alcoholics Anonymous adopted the following: “ God, grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change, courage to change the things I can, and wisdom to know the difference.” I prefer the original sentiment. “Father, give us courage to change what must be altered. . .” Courage always comes before acceptance, courage to acknowledge and accept, to face and admit, that things have to change. “[S]erenity to accept what cannot be helped. . .” Only after ALL has been done, then can one accept the consequences of the outcome. “[A]nd the insight to know the one from the other.” This

Fourteen Days and Counting

  Earth day: October 19, 2020 A friend is planning her wedding and I’ve followed along as she counts down the days. I witnessed the dating, the engagement, and now, the preparations for the big event. It is days away and while she looks forward to the wedding, she also dreads it. I understand her trepidation. Getting married is serious business. It’s trusting in the future and in your own judgment. Not to take away from her happiness (which I pray she will have loads and loads), but this is how I feel about the upcoming election. Back in 2016, I was undecided which of the two Presidential candidates I would pick. Finally, a woman, a strong one at that, was running for President. At one time I admired her, but lately I questioned some of what she had done for the sake of her party. I questioned some of her statements when cornered by inquisitive reporters. I questioned if she would lead our country in the right direction. The alternative was a crass, pushy narcissist with no exper

Twenty-One Days and Counting

  Earth day: October 12, 2020   A little over three months ago, I decided I was through with “social media.” Though I have accounts on several sites, I am a daily Facebook user. I visited with friends, posted pictures, and scrolled through funny memes, but as the 2020 Presidential Election neared, so did the increase in fake news and vitriolic posts. The Bible quote, the food recipes, and the cute pet videos lost in the algorithm scramble that placed politics first. All because we were lured by the scandalous headlines.     Do you know that 2.3 billion log onto FB each day? Of those, 46% or more use FB for its ONLY news source. Multiply that by the fact that the pandemic has housebound all of us for the past 8 to 10 months, so FB has been our major link to the outside world. This is the 2016 pre-Election season magnified. The press and the machine that wants to influence our vote learned a lesson in the past four years. To get to the people, you have to flood social media.

Twenty-eight days and Counting

  Earth date:   October 5, 2020 I hate evil – Satan, Hitler, pedophiles, but I don’t let it consume me. I hate in the sense that I wipe it from heart and mind and prefer to look at the light. When I was eleven, I was molested by a family member who took advantage of my innocence, my love, and my trust. I escaped and ran to safety, but instead of being protected or consoled, I was told to keep quiet. If I uttered one word, the shame and the outrage would tear my family apart, and it would be my fault. The crime and the punishment were placed on my shoulders, and I felt betrayed by the adults who were supposed to protect me. Though my voice was silenced, my feelings refused to be muted. If the man who molested me walked into the room, I looked past him. If he talked to me, I ignored him. I was scolded for my rudeness once and I fired back. I would keep his secret but no one could force me to forget or forgive what he had done. I didn’t hate him, but whatever feelings I once felt f