A friend of mine recently posted that his 13 year old daughter is extremely fearful because of the words some seemingly powerful man is speaking regarding his approach in how to define who is allowed to be in our country. My heart breaks for what is happening with our kids.
In this political season, the hearts and minds of humanity are being revealed in astonishing ways. My perspective is one where I find powerful medicine in seeing those, whose hearts harbor evil and hatred, exposing themselves in these ways. That may seem weird to some. I see it as a gift. To be able to see where the hate is. Understand, though, I also find great joy in the words of those who are choosing to stand up to hate and evil by standing up FOR what is LOVED. When you know where the hatred is rooted, you have better odds of choking it out. For too long we have given this hate room to grow unchecked. Light shines. That which is dark disappears in light.
There are a lot of conversations taking place with the general tone of “can you believe this (insert favorite derogatory adjective) said this?” Stories are posted and re-posted. I’ve rarely seen a productive argument or conversation take place regarding these types of posts/stories.
I am paying attention. I’m reading what is being said. I’m using heart knowledge to see beyond and behind the words. What lurks there is deeply concerning, and if I allowed myself, I might be frightened to move down a path that I believe leads to a trap. A trap that promises to distract us from our true power. We may find ourselves in a pit, feeling helpless, drowning in a broth of disgust and anger. I prefer to not fall into the trap. I prefer to maintain a heart of love and openness toward my fellow human beings, even the ones who are spewing hate.
I struggle with how to respond to these activities. If I post/re-post without offering something to counter with, I’m falling into the trap. I’m not being a part of the solution. Having something to offer as a counter argument takes time and deep thought. Sometimes, I just don’t have the time or strength of spirit to put anything together as an antidote. Seeing so much hatred can really sap the soul.
So I pray. A lot. I pray for peace. I pray for wisdom and discernment. I pray for people to choose love over hate. I pray that I might be a light in this world. I pray that I can find the words to evoke that which is loving and hopeful. I pray that we are strong enough to overcome what we are seeing revealed in this season.
What makes us strong? Our fierce commitment to stand up for love. Our fierce dedication to equality. Love is fierce. It is stronger than hate. Many of us believe that love is the antidote to fear. We must do more than just believe this. We must practice this belief in real and tangible ways. I know it is not easy. I know how easy it is to get caught up in the game. Please, remember who you are. Remember you are here to love fiercely. First and foremost. And remind me, if and when you see me struggling, that I’m here to love as fiercely as possible as well.
I leave you with a short clip from one of my most favorite movies of all time, Baraka.