Less than 24 hours after my son and I had a rather heated discussion about the many divisions in our country right now, the Texas church killings happened. The heat happened last night when I somehow allowed a sort of “political nerve” to be triggered. All day long, I had been regretting that nerve allowance. Later today, the reasons that discussion, that nerve and everything we discussed last night suddenly became clear to me.
My son’s words that somehow bypassed my ears last night somehow found a place in my heart on this night.
We are a divided country right now. For whatever reasons. There will likely be more domestic and other terrorism to come our way. There will continue to be hate words spewing from the mouths and keyboards we all posses. And it is a certainty that politicians and select groups and others who benefit from the divisiveness will continue to drag us all down.
So, what did I learn from my insightful son last night and the Texas deaths of today?
I learned that, damn it, there has been no better time for us to all rid ourselves of the shackles of divisiveness. There has been no better time for us to all, through God or through just human decency, meld our hearts and souls into one. And to do whatever the hell we can to just make all of the lives that God created have eternally loving meanings.
There are way too many folks – folks like us, who simply cherish God and life and the lives of each other – to allow our divisiveness to continue to fester. And for those who are not at all like us? They deserve the eternal embraces and love that God allows us to share. Without inhibition. Without obligatory notions.
Thank you, son. For your words that I chose not to hear last night. You made a real difference, my friend.