I’ve been gone for three weeks now. I was on a vacation of sorts. I think we all need a time out once in a while to regroup – to restore – to regenerate. In that time, I’ve been sorting through this mess called life. I know I can’t figure it out in three weeks, but I have discovered one thing. I cannot remain silent.
No matter what our age, our race, our belief system, our heritage, our family secrets, we all matter. I do not wish to say that in a derogatory way. However the world asks me not to use that phrase (all lives matter) , because it’s an insult to many. How did this happen? How did the world become so concerned about words and actions being an offense to someone else? It should be a good thing to care about each other, but instead we’re walking in fear that someone will take offense at anything we have to offer. In fact we’re being placed in a box of isolation which seems to be closing in around us. Isolation and quarantine have ramped everything up around us.
We were given our voice for a purpose. Words have value, they can motivate and inspire or they can be misinterpreted. The tongue, as James wrote, is “a restless evil, full of deadly poison that no human can tame.” Yet when we know that our real purpose in life is not to shame others or bully, but to share the love of a merciful God with others, we should not be afraid to do so.
I’m a nonconfrontational person. I dislike argument, but I realize it’s unavoidable in a world full of hate and anger. The truth is, I have to learn to go with the flow and let those slings and arrows fall off, because I am armored with God’s protection.
During this past three weeks, I’ve continued to write in other areas. I’m currently collaborating with a group to create a series of short plays regarding the things that go along with aging. These episodes will cover things like losing our sense of hearing, memory loss, working with technology, learning new things, general health issues, relationships, death and all the things we old people encounter on a daily basis. With humor as our motivating force, we’ve come up with some pretty funny stories. I do believe that laughter is the best medicine for any age, so we’ll see where this takes me.
Now that all that’s on the table, I feel a whole lot better. I can get on with it and return to this blog with confidence. My blogging sometimes will become a platform for the way I feel about things. These thoughts are merely my opinion and I wish not to impose them on anyone else. Yet all voices should be heard if there is ever to be a solution to our problems. I will also include the hope we have in an unchanging, consistent God. With Him we can stand united. United, we can become invincible.