After a week of reading and hearing headlines, emails, posts, and radio negative campaign ads, I have one word to say, capitalized and underlined.
Rush, please learn to think before you speak and learn the power of forgiveness when you say mean things.
Romney, please get to your know your gay, straight, bi, lesbian, neighbors and realize that they don’t need one more person pointing fingers at them; really we all just need one more person to encourage and love us. And as an aside, if you’re going to make a “Christian” graduation speech, may I suggest adapting from the Sermon on the Mount, not the Mountain of Rejection you’ve voiced of others.
Obama, please stop emailing me daily asking for $3 because I’m sick of scheming up millions for campaign finance when I truly believe character wins over capital ANY day of the week.
And lest I put the blame on others, I will galvanize myself: Otterbein, enough with your cynicism.
One soldier committing suicide every day.
Another needless gun violence tragedy today.
Enough of the name-calling, the negativity, the judgment, the labeling, and complacency too while we’re at it.
Enough of assumption making, enough of pointing fingers (and guns), enough of war, enough of divisiveness.
You know what I’m talking about.
There is a world bursting forth with LOVE just longing to be opened and discovered.
There is a Kingdom big enough for all of us.
It’s time we hold hands. It’s time we link up, arm in arm, go on! I know it might feel silly at first but give it a few seconds and you might feel a tingling in your toes or fingers and it will be holy and beatific and divine.
Yes, yes, go hold hands, go high five, go hug, go laugh, skip and jump with your black, Asian, caucasian, Hispanic, mixed, straight, gay, immigrant, hippie, blue collar, white collar, those who cut off their collars a long time ago, Jewish, Muslim, Christian, haven’t-prayed-in-twenty-years-because you have questions and don’t need trite answers, young, elderly, thirsty, empty, stumbling, bumbling (not sure what that even means), homeless, trafficked, just discovering beauty and grace despite chaos, sisters and brothers.
Yes, On Earth as it is in Heaven.
We can have it a bit of it.
Yes, yes, we can learn that fostering hope instead of further creating division, especially during tender times is an excellent idea.
Yes, yes,we can douse hatred and ignite love with our mouths, our hands, our feet, our very soul.
We can pledge our fealty to loving our neighbor, not our red white and blue embroideries.
We can wave the white flag.
We can throw up peace signs.
We can mourn when our heart is heavy from pain and brokenness and depravity. Better yet, we can mourn together.
And then we can roll down hills together.
And stomp in puddles.
Because we have said ENOUGH to the former and we can now dance in the latter, barefoot and unafraid…