06/03/2024
20/20
My heart is heavy on this day because the joy I thought I would feel has been tarnished by the grief that gripped me four years ago when the unimaginable became real. Every day since has been a day that my optimism turned to astonishment. My astonishment became disbelief. My disbelief became a numbness that has nearly paralyzed the part of me that had naively believed that what had been given to us by the founders, the writers of our constitution and the traditions we hold dear were not stone, but clay or sand. In so short a time I have forgotten what it was to have a national leader of character and high ideals. I’ve become used to the circus, the new abnormal, and the loss of the connection I felt with my community. We’ve become so divided in the anonymity of digital words, that our wounds cannot be easily mended in personal connection. We are more disconnected than ever before by quarantine, six foot distances, masks, and the inability to distinguish between fact and falsehood. I wish I could say I am excited by the breaking of yet another glass ceiling and the hope of restoration and healing, but I believe we are in for a long and painful recovery. We are at a crossroads. We can rebuild what was taken from us with unity and a sincere heart or we can watch as the last of what we held dear burns to the ground while we attempt to put out the flames with teacups of water. I certainly hope that goodwill prevails. I hope reconciliation prevails. I hope that self-evident truth prevails. The world is watching as am I. We can stand together as one or we can continue to let ourselves be deceived into division, distracted while the world destroyers continue to play their games. I stretch out my hand and hope that someone will take it and offer theirs to someone else. Shalom.
