like a bird in the spring
reflection in glass
maddeningly slamming into over and over
the words behind the pane
if i can just smash one more time
this absurd barrier of glass
and i will write again
but all i am doing now
is battering my brain
one mangled wing at a time
Living in the After
It doesn’t get easier. Mostly, you just feel numb. But sometimes, it gets down deep enough, to the root of the pain as you heard the news, as you knew there was no going back, and all you can do is beat your breast and weep and scream. These memories of the Days Before are torturous as you wish you could have seen it more clearly, heard it for what it was, somehow slammed on the brakes to buy another few minutes. If only. I’m still broken, angry, bitterly disappointed and forever different. I guess we all are. These days might do us all in. I’m glad we can be together.
at motivates me to write this is that I care about the future of the United States of America and I care about her citizens, whether they voted for Obama or McCain. Hell, I care about the people who voted for Bush in 2004. One big lie the media and the government pushes on us is that we’re different from each other. Fuck that. The lady in Pennsylvania who voted for McCain hugs her kid with the same love the guy in North Carolina who voted for Obama hugs his. What do we all want? Health, safety, and the tools to prosper.
But for them it was only the beginning of the real story. All their life in this world and all their adventures in Narnia had only been the cover and the title page: now at least they were beginning Chapter One of the Great Story which no one on earth has read: which goes on for ever: in which every chapter is better than the one before.
John lamented, “That’s when I saw what racism had done to whites and blacks. I saw the equality of the sin, and the effect of the sin upon us.”
Equality of sin?
His insight was chilling. Sin, the enemy of love, shows no deference to race or class or privilege. It simply wreaks havoc in the lives of all those who are beloved by God.
I won’t lie. It sort of pissed me off that sin could possibly have a leg up on kingdom righteousness when it comes to equality. If you’re anything like me, that sobering news either makes you want to throw in the towel or it ticks you off so much you want to kick sin’s butt. So after you grieve with me the bitter reality and far-reaching grip of the death-dealing power of sin, choose wisely.
Becky said I had to blog. So.