Finding our way to The Way one situation at a time. I don't know how great it will be, but I expect it will be interesting, and I look forward to it going on past all reason because wonder is just that way. Are you coming or not?
Into The Mudstones — Death Valley National Park, 03/2007, Putting things in perspective
The words that greet me in the night: Atrocity Outrage Obscenity Disgrace Justice/Injustice Inhumanity Absurdity Truth/Lie Racism Bigotry Brutality ...
I am a witness to it all, and that makes me a participant-- as in "Compliance with violence is an accessory to violence." And a victim-- as in, "A witness to violence is a victim of violence."
And there is no escape. Just as there is no justice. No amends. No compensation. No restitution. No atonement. No restoration. No escape.
What are we going to do? Apologize?
That would be a start. Public apology. Annually. A national holiday for mourning. Grief. Sorrow. Remorse.
A Victim's Rights Month. Highlighting all the victims all month long.
I suggest May. As in "May I just say I'm sorry? Still, even yet, again."
I'm retired, and still finding my way--but now, I don't have to pretend that I know what I'm doing.
I retired after 40.5 years as a minister in the Presbyterian Church USA, serving churches in Louisiana, Mississippi and North Carolina. I graduated from Austin Presbyterian Theological Seminary, in Austin, Texas, and Northwestern State University in Natchitoches, Louisiana. My wife, Judy, and I have three daughters, five granddaughters, one great granddaughter, and a great grandson on the way, within about ten minutes from where we live--and are enjoying our retirement as much as we have ever enjoyed anything.
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