A friend reached out this a.m. after reading St Therese’s prayer. She has lost both her parents in the last few months. We chatted a bit about grief and asking for strength. She commented she wasn’t sure who she was talking to in her head, but that traditional beliefs did not have a presence in her life right now.
Completely understandable, we don’t feel very spirited in the wilderness.
It got me to thinking…
Faith. Does it matter what you are having faith in, or just that you are choosing to believe?
And which feels better right now– to project hope into a future positive possibility or to fear the worst?
Faith is seeing possibilities, not just problems. (What is a problem solver anyway? I think it’s just someone that believes in possible solutions.)
“If we are to love our neighbors, before doing anything else we must see our neighbors. With our imagination as well as our eyes, that is to say like artists, we must see not just their faces but the life behind and within their faces. Here it is love that is the frame we see them in.”― Frederick Buechner, Whistling in the Dark: A Doubter’s Dictionary
“Hurt people hurt people.” I was reminded of this listening to the Senate hearings on gun violence. I am involved in an organization called the Institute for Nonviolence Chicago and a fellow board member, Dr. Selwyn Rogers, reminded the Senate of this. Selwyn is a trauma surgeon at the University of Chicago. If anyone knows about the cycle of violence, the impact of trauma passed down from generation to generation, it’s a trauma surgeon on Chicago’s south side.
Hurt people hurt people.
What resonates with you there? For me it’s that we’re all people – and we all hurt. If ever there was a year for this to resonate, to be bonded together in our fear and our hurt and our humanness, it’s this last one.
Everything is inflamed. Every prejudice, every injustice, every social issue, our entire political system, economy, security and safety- it goes on and on like an intricately woven web. We have all experienced hurt. Tremendously so. Not to say there are not lessons and life experiences that would not otherwise have been, that is for certain.
But we are all hurting, and we are all in recovery – we hope.
Hurt people hurt people, and we are all hurting~ no wonder the cycle feels like it’s gaining momentum.
I don’t see a way out of such fear and anguish, but to love.
Hard to feel sometimes. I guess that’s where faith comes in. It’s believing without seeing, feeling, or knowing much of anything.
As we grieve alot this week, this month, this year, and still aren’t certain about the future,
I guess we gotta love. After all we have been through, hate really is too great a burden to bear.
Here’s the reminder though. Love is so much more than sitting back and enjoying a sweet sentiment, or sending roses. It’s showing up, for better for worse. It’s forgiving. And it’s for honoring the Spirit of love, or a loved one, with both action and contemplation. Have you been doing that? for others? for yourself? If not : how can you?
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