If you hate injustice, tyranny, lust and greed, hate these things in yourself. Gandhi
It feels sometimes as though we are consuming ourselves.
I read last week that the state of Minnesota is considering harvesting trees from state park lands to sell at the market to bail us out of financial woe.
I read this morning that cuts are being made to health care for the poor in our state. They will be shifted to private health care in order for the state to cut its costs and while surely cuts must be made we know beyond a doubt that many will fall through the health care cracks.
Schools are fighting for survival, infrastructure is unraveling and the words being traded across public airwaves are hate and fear speak.
And most troubling to this mother’s heart is this report from my daughter. In checking her voice mail upon entering her work day, she heard on the recording the sound of automatic gun fire. Just that. Just that.
She works for NARAL. She works with an organization that works to insure that all women retain the decision-making power over their own bodies.
Evidentally the work of her organization inspired someone to spew the deadly sounds of hate and fear into her office and most fearsomely, into her heart.
How do we, as a people grounded in a movement insistent upon care for creation, get honest about the health and honesty of our own hearts? How do we root around and name the resentments, fear, injustices and tyrannies that lurk in our own hearts? Once found, how do we exorcize them, making room for the cultivation of belief in a peace that generates life?
Rather than grinding the seed corn of our future, we are called to mulch the soil of that which we tend first and foremost: our own hearts. From such tending, the future of creation is made verdant.
Rather than consuming ourselves, we choose to grow grace and peace and hope, assured that there is enough for all: enough compassion, enough food, enough care, enough.