Admission: I’m a wee bit weepy today.
Went to my room earlier and unloaded all I’m concerned about to my God.
Told him how disappointed I am in my fellowman.
The violence. The abuse. The racism. The lack of compassion. The stinginess with wealth, health, power, rights, and grace.
The brutality of those who are supposed to serve and protect us, the wicked wielding power, and the wealthy willful and willfully ignorant fueling and fomenting it.
White Supremacy. Why, Lord, is this even allowed to rear it’s pointy white head again? Why?
Why is a Handmaid’s Tale-like theocracy seeping out now along the sealed edges of our democracy, and an American Oligarchy rising like a yeast bread, lusting and legislating to reduce the rest of us to peasantry?
Good gods, I feel like David watching the wicked prosper.
Watching a president lie *literally* every day, obstruct justice, profit off his presidency, and expand his pyrite embellished brand rather than edify our nation or its standing in the world.
Watching my congressmen, churchmates, friends, and family excuse, ignore, and promulgate it all.
And I’m left here lamenting. Pissed. Wanting to bark and to bite, but not wanting to bark or bite because of the Jesus I know and desire to be like.
So I lament to my Lord . . .
. . . call my congressmen
. . . bake banana bread
. . . and pray for whatever it is I need — we all need — to resist this, get through this, overcome all of this, and . . .
. . . like June Offred of The Handmaid’s Tale . . .
Not let the bastards grind us down.
“Nolite Te Bastardes Carborundorum, bitches.”