I chuckled to myself when I read the comments under a school district’s posting that there would be no snow day. Almost as much as I did when I heard about parents being upset with the school for their child being disciplined for cussing out a teacher and punching another student in the face. But, not nearly as much as I did when I heard that our public school system was hopelessly failing our children, our future, our way of life.
What must it be like to have all the answers, to deflect from the real issues, to place blame everywhere else? How must it feel to go through life with the certainty that you are always right? If people are passing around some sweet elixir I’m unaware of, then please, by all means, share the wealth. I’ll take a swig of that. And then, after I sober up and return from my little jaunt to Fantasy Island, I’ll be ready to mellow out and soak in a bit of humility.
We want to fix things nearly as much as we want to fix people. If there’s nothing wrong with it, we’ll poke at it until it breaks. If someone seems to have a weak spot, we’ll go after it until it becomes a gaping wound. All for the sake of fixing in order to make ourselves feel better, we tear things and people down. Wild with it we are, all of us, each and every single one of us. Consumed. Fixated. Hell bent on destruction.
I don’t know much, I really don’t. But this, this I do know: We need to listen more, we need to love more.
It doesn’t really matter to me if you roll your eyes, call it corny, say it’s just wishful thinking. I could care less if you want to respond cynically, speak harshly, or use this as an opportunity to destruct. The thing is, you all know as well as I do that listening more and loving more will take us where we need to go. And, where we need to go isn’t down, it’s up. Up takes faith and hope and encouragement. Up takes courage, not cowardice. Up takes a willingness to be wrong.
I think we all want to be right about this one, because this one is all we have.