For the past weeks, I have been lamenting how thin is the veneer of civilized behavior in our society and in us as individuals. I feel as if I’m trapped in a Grade B horror movie at the scene where the attractive exterior of the villain melts, literally melts, away and the monster is revealed.
Who is the monster? We are Legion. It goes by names like racism, sexism, isolationism, and many more “isms” that speak of hate and play out in violence. Underneath it all, I believe, is fear. We are so deeply, sinfully, committed to KNOWING, we are so addicted to the fruit of the tree of knowledge of good and evil, that we fear anything we do not know, do not understand, cannot tame with our minds. And so we try to tame it instead with words and weapons.
Today I am feeling inadequate to the work that is set before me in response to this evil. In the name of reading my context, waiting for the right moment, introducing change gradually, I am not as bold as I should be. I confess my failure to speak and act boldly when nothing short of bold speech and action is called for. I admire those who speak with louder passion and clearer words. I can Like or type a supportive comment, and sometimes I do. But all too often the audience for my outrage is composed of the dog and two cats who share my home.
Today I am reduced to nothing but prayer that Jesus will pass by and take pity on us for the demons that possess us. I’m praying that there will be nearby a spare herd of pigs and a river. Come, Lord Jesus.