love, life, g_d, belief…frustration

I’ve been reading blogs and their comments.  My head and heart are swimming in thoughts and feelings.  Those who write that g_d is exactly this or that, or “don’t you know that scripture says THIS?!  drive me straight up the wall, and yet I know (for the most part) that it does no good to argue.  Just as bad are the Atheists who belittle those with faith in an unseen deity.

But that’s not really what I have on my mind.  Today’s world and the hate that seeps out of those who think they are doing the right thing…… well, the hate does more than seep lately.  It’s a dam in California breaking over the lives of many.  It’s a tornado ramming though San Antonio leaving a wake of crumbled homes, lost lives and more.  Do I think that g_d is doing this?  No.  If I believe in g_d and most days I do, she is in the people who come and comfort, the people who offer their churches and homes as sanctuary to those who fear persecution and mistreatment by 45’s henchmen, the new Nazi in our country.  I do wonder what ICE employees, new and old are feeling in their heart of hearts.  Are their hearts open and hurting, or are they calloused, sealed over with a layer of blisters and thick layers of scales that allow nothing to seep… in or out.

Earlier this week I read of a young woman from El Salvador who is undocumented.  She went before a judge asking for asylum, giving the reason as fear of death from a gang related relative.  She was turned down and taken into custody, where she later was found to have a brain tumor.  Admitted to a local hospital, she was refused access to a chaplain, her family and legal resources, due to rules and regulations that in another situation most likely would have been bent in order to meet the needs of a young woman who may be dying.

Correct me if I’m wrong, but is the USA not a country that supports the human rights of all people, all over the world?  For the most part anyway?  Do we not send troops to help families who are being persecuted in third world countries?  Why is it suddenly alright to drag a mother away from her children, deny spiritual and legal care from an acutely ill woman, simply (and yes I said simply) because they have not fulfilled a legal requirement?

I do agree that we need a better immigration system in our country.  A totally new system, perhaps.  To deny others basic human rights is simply wrong, and in fact evil.  Match that picture with the election of a known philanderer, probably racist, one who belittles disabled people, who is more concerned with his own success than ANYTHING else (note: his response to anti-semitism in our country, most recently the desecration of a St. Louis area Jewish cemetery, with a gleeful description of his electoral college win.)

Our country’s humanity is at stake.  People like me, the ones who feel deeply and are almost immobilized by our fears and disgust, wonder what to do.  I know pastors, one from Romania and another from South Africa who talked of revolution where running in the street like a blind man in traffic was what had to be done.  I wonder… I certainly don’t want bloodshed or any kind of violence.

When do we stand up and say, loudly and as many times as needed that our children’s lives, education and more are at stake?  That our transgender children, brothers and sisters are people too?  Public education being tossed by those who have no reason to care?

Thom Tillis (NC), Ron Johnson (WI), and many, many others are apparently ignoring invitations to town hall meetings, sending responses to constituents that read as aristocrats speaking to peons.  I am hopeful that in upcoming elections our states will see an influx of leaders who actually CARE about the people in their communities.

No matter your faith, or lack thereof, no matter your official political ties or beliefs, it is my desperate hope that we can work together for the salvation of the United States of America. While I do mean salvation, I am not talking religion, but the ability to humanely care for one another, listening and offering respect.  As one who empathizes more than acts, I’m read to change.  I’m ready to do what is needed.


It’s been a while…

Writing is healing… if I can let myself simply write.  Lately I’m caught between avoiding the news for my own mental health and then returning so I may be a responsible citizen. It’s painful.

This is not to say that I am without hope.  We will prevail and we sure are resisting and persisting!  My words sound lame to me.  There is only so much TV news I can take and yet I am renewed by the writings and words of others, especially those who delineate ways to resist while taking care of myself.

One way I take care of myself is by crocheting and knitting. Yes, that’s one way, just two different stitch methods.  I am able to make something, whether it is a pussy hat for a friend in Madison, Wisconsin, or hats for my grandkids.  Leta is 2 1/2 months old and growing so fast!  For Sam, a crocheted stocking cap with one for his best friend as well.  That way he might actually wear it!

I am covered though with a pervasive sadness.  Sad for the world, sad for refugees and plenty angry at the man who isn’t my president.  I do wonder though, if this is what had to happen before things will get better.  I get some comfort thinking that this may be where we have to be, as in hit rock bottom before we can get whole again? That said,  I also get very confused!

Bear with me as I write.  I hope to make more sense soon.