Like many people, I watched the Superbowl last Sunday I stood by the couch folding the weeks clean laundry When the voices of Jim Nance and Phil Sims suddenly fell silent, my attention was pulled from the clean towels to the upper deck of the Superdome. He heart sped up. I waited for the worst. Blessings come in abundance and a thousand a one prayers were answered There was no catastrophic event, no horror waiting in the darkened seats. I feared the worst. Didn’t all of us fear the worst.
This should be a mark of the times. How our attention, our awareness has shifted. Shortly after September 11th, the government made a colored code for the level of concern and fear we be at in our daily lives. Once the level was set at emergency, did it ever come down? How can we ever lower the level of concern. We can’t. Once we react by placing armed guards in kindergardens, they will never be dismissed. Horror has broken through to the realm of possibilities. Events of terror fantasy and violent fiction has become reality.
A few weeks ago I stopped by the store on my way home. I had a rough sinus infection that kept me awake the previous night and wanted to get some nyquil so I could sleep. The machine buzzed an alarm when I ran the bottle through self check out. An attendant came over to me to check my ID.
She spoke in the grocery store small talk, ‘What’s the world coming to’, she said ‘when I have to card you for cold medicine? Can’t trust no one for nothing. I have a little boy myself, hardly a year old. what kind of world will he have I wonder’ she said.
I don’t know any answer to that. But that making the world better for my children starts with me. Teach the children how the world is and how we hope the world would be. What can we do about the amount of fear and doubt and greed in the world? We start by not becoming hard, or cold, not succumbing to the fear. People have guns but the answer is not to get a gun myself. People fear each other but we can’t join in that and close off to relations.
These are no answers. i have no answers and I would not presume to tell anyone how to live. But for my family, we will hold faith, share love, starting in our own home and in our own neighborhood. I feel that is starts in my own garden, in my own heart. Amen