Our country is erupting. It is coming apart from the inside out. It is filled with entitled white people, storming courthouses, armed with semi-automatic weapons, all because they have been asked to forego their manicures, and cheeseburgers.
They want to talk about Rights?
Talk to George Floyd.
Then there are all the other people, black people, who in some way or another have been a “George Floyd” in their own lives. They have experienced the prejudice and the injustice. Time and again. And they are fed up. A lot of white people are fed up too. In support of them.
Meanwhile, we are in the middle of a deadly pandemic that still marches on, claiming lives.
The death toll in the U.S. is 106,000 people. People with names, and families, and friends. With pets, sitting by the door, waiting for them to come home.
I’ve been doing this blog every day for 11 years now, and some days I don’t know what to write.
This is one of those days.
Lord, make me an instrument of your peace:
where there is hatred, let me sow love;
where there is injury, pardon;
where there is doubt, faith;
where there is despair, hope;
where there is darkness, light;
where there is sadness, joy.
O divine Master, grant that I may not so much seek
to be consoled as to console,
to be understood as to understand,
to be loved as to love.
For it is in giving that we receive,
it is in pardoning that we are pardoned,
and it is in dying that we are born to eternal life.
— The Prayer of Saint Francis.
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God, grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change,
courage to change the things I can,
and wisdom to know the difference.
— Serenity Prayer
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“The function of prayer is not to influence God, but rather to change the nature of the one who prays.”
― Soren Kierkegaard
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“Forgive me my nonsense as I also forgive the nonsense of those who think they talk sense.”
― Robert Frost
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