Every day I make a mistake
I allow my pain to turn to anger.
Pain is a powerful thing.
The pain I feel in my body, daily is a real thing!
The rebuilt shoulder that wakes me up 5 times a night.
The overall body pain that seems to come with being 70.
I carry that pain. It makes my sleep restless,
it goes with me when I leave my bed,
it hangs around all day,
like an adolescent on a street corner,
and returns to bed with me at night.
I would love to think I am stoic, but then some little thing goes wrong.
I drop something (another new affliction),
I stub my toe,
something, anything unwanted happens
and I explode
sending innocent cats scurrying for cover and
the dog wondering what he did wrong.
And it is then I know, that I am carrying my pain
and allowing it to become anger
I carry my spiritual pain too.
My pain for what is happening to the world, and in the world.
I see the fear filled faces of people in Afghanistan.
I see the hopeless eyes of the poor person on the American street.
I see the political machinations of the political and religious right with its
lust for power, and its desire to impose its will on all.
I hear the lies from the pundits, and experience hate as it oozes from Facebook,
and I carry it
I and as I do, all to often I let it turn to anger
But it is not a righteous anger!
It is an anger that is hot and can be destructive.
I answer, all too often, with harsh and cruel words.
I respond by losing sight of the imago die
the presence of the Sacred in the other.
It is OK to feel pain at a evil
It is OK to be disturbed, and perhaps, it is even OK
to move toward anger.
But it is what we do with those feelings that matter.
We can not sit silently by, and watch
There is a time to speak up.
A time to mobilize.
A time to vote.
But we cannot, in anger
become what we fight.
People who are cruel and hurtful.
Instead, as has been suggested, we need to work at “overcoming this evil with good.”
We must follow the path of being people for others,, all others
We must create equity and justice
We must take care of the vulnerable
We must use power for the common good. Not just our tribe
We must control guns
We must deal with climate change
And fight for universal health care,
It is in fighting FOR these things, with the weapons of love and compassion
that we challenge the politics of hate and divisions.
There is work to do
Our pain compels us to act
But let us be careful how we live
Not as unwise but wise (for the days are evil)
Let us follow the path of the one who humbled himself
And was obedient to death
to the rule of Love