I got up really early yesterday morning and sweated out in the garden for a couple of hours before I stopped for a break. Cooling off in the a/c, I turned on the radio to listen to my Sunday-morning broadcasts on NPR. That’s when I heard the news about the massacre in Orlando. Stunned and sickened, I broke down and cried. I’m crying now, too, because those victims were my brothers and sisters, even the killer and his family are my brothers and sisters, and I share their grief, anguish and their anger.
I am not a democrat. I am not a republican. I am not christian, muslim, jew, or hindu. I am not who you say I am, and I can’t be summed up with demographics.
My testimony is that I am a human being. Human–I have a body, a body that will die. Being–I have a spirit–a soul that will always be. My spirit, my being, is Exactly the same as yours and “theirs” and all the Beings who are gone, all the beings who are to come. Our bodies and our “lives” look different, but We Are All The Same Spirit, chips off the old block, you could say. That block is Love, which requires Forgiveness, which is the only path to Peace. (the members/families of Emanuel AME demonstrated that most poignantly)
I keep praying for that moment when we all come together in love, but this terror keeps us afraid of each other, and fear is the opposite of Love. Don’t give in to it, friends. Keep Peace in your heart.
And in the end, we were all just
drunk on the idea