Your Choice: My Sunday Sermon

I woke up early needing to go to the bathroom. Then I flipped through my podcast page for something to help me go to back to sleep. My podcast choices range from political to silly to mindfulness meditations. But with my stomach aching (either from hunger or nerves) I can never tell. I end up simply setting up my MS Word and jotting these thoughts instead.

You’d think by now I’d figured out no really wants my brand of blogging. That no one really wants to take the time to read someone’s whining about someone else’s sad pathetic life. They want to see winners and fighters and tough guys. The world is tough, that’s what I taught my children. What I really didn’t teach them is that the world is kind only if you choose it to be. But lately I’m not even seeing tough any more. All I’m seeing is an under layer of cruel. And that’s what scares me.

I’ve been called elitist and liberal, high-minded, and weak. And at times I freely admit I’ve been all those things. But I have been creative, kind, selfless, and right. Maybe there is no point to what I am writing. Maybe there’s no reason I should open my mouth. But like it or not I am a part of the human community. So my voice matters, and it is your choice if you want to listen. Life is sacred, and so is individual choice. Let us all learn to live together in this imperfect union. Granting each ones opinion the degree of respect it deserves.