I’m sniffing in the air a new/old favorite trick: believeing the worst.
Innuendos get shared about and titillation ensues and the trashing commences.
This plays out on national and communal stages all too often.
You know the drill. People start saying things a bit outrageous and someone else pounces upon it as great gift and the conversation gets to be truly delicious because suddenly the unsubstantiated becomes the main course and the outpouring of passion and outrage feel so good and, well, you read the papers. You know what happens next.
While trashing the supposed actions of others, we can lose ourselves but good. The problems of the country or our families or any organization become the topic of choice and we skirt oh so nimbly our own complicity and our own chance to examine our own being.
While we are trashing others, we are blissfully off the how-do-I-improve-my-own-self-and-actions hook.
And there is this: why is finding the warts in others such delight, anyway? Why do we gleefully believe the worst?
It seems to me we are trashing our country, our schools, our churches and our homes with this race to ruin.
What would happen if instead of pouncing on the perceived worst in people, we approached others with a desire to see the Christ in them?
Jesus taught some about that “logs in our eye” business and about the toxic sludge that poisons when baleful judgements are nurtured and shared.
We can do better. We’re called to do better.
I believe we can.