I’m just not sure what to say any more…

As I watch the news every day, I find myself shaking my head…wondering if I’m in a bad dream that I will wake up from…wondering if I’m caught in a time warp…wondering if I’m the one living in an alternate universe…

And I’m just not sure what to say any more.

Sometimes I’m not even sure what to do–or what I can do…

  • When facts become labeled “fake news”…
  • when individuals who loudly proclaim their support of family values find nothing wrong in supporting an administration whose policies tear families apart…
  • when those who say they follow Jesus–the same Jesus who said “It would be better for you if a millstone were hung around your neck and you were thrown into the sea than for you to cause one of these little ones to stumble”–when those followers see nothing wrong with causing incredible trauma to little ones by separating them from parents who are seeking a better life for their children….
  • when those whose skin is a different color…or who worship differently…are demonized and considered “less than”…
  • when those who have fought in defense of long-held values are told that their injuries are not particularly serious…when this comes from a commander-in-chief who used bone spurs to keep from serving himself…
  • when those in need of health care cannot afford it–or die because they cannot afford their prescriptions…
  • when tax cuts harm the poor in order to benefit the rich…
  • when people of color find themselves targeted for simply “living while black…”
  • when those who are LGBTQ find that the laws that have protected them are systematically being rolled back…
  • when the incredible diversity and beauty of this world is being destroyed to build walls…being destroyed for mining…

How can I respond? What can I do?

Some mornings I’m just not sure. But then John Pavlovitz reminds me that there are things I can do…

So today, instead of looking to the sky and waiting for a pastor or a politician or some invisible force to come in and dramatically beat back the darkness—you wield the brilliant light in your possession.

Maybe you’re the hero you’ve been waiting for.
Maybe you’re the answer to your urgent prayers.
Maybe hope isn’t in the sky.
Maybe it’s in the mirror.

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