Out on the playground are children of every kind: the timid ones, the athletic ones, the popular ones, and the bullies. Most of the time they are able to play together nicely. But sometimes there is anger and hitting and name calling and tears. Hurt feelings arise to such an extent that they need an adult to intervene.
What surprises me is that no matter how large or strong or brave a child seems, underneath he only wants one thing: to be loved and accepted. When I have heard each side of an argument, let each child speak from his perspective without being interrupted, I can usually alleviate the woe between them. I can bring them to a mutual understanding of one another.
I wish I could do that in a much larger sense, in terms of comforting the masses. The anger and the pain I’ve read on Facebook and Twitter has made me want to delete my accounts and hide. As if hiding helps anything.
What I see is an enormous wound, people who feel misunderstood. Unappreciated. Scared. If only there was a salve that could be applied, a balm of healing or hope. I know that it is too simplistic to say let’s love one another. That feels like a Coke commercial from the 60’s, a black and white montage of teenagers singing about peace.
But, a divided house cannot stand. And we are one nation, indivisible. For that reason, I will not involve myself in judgement or blame. I will not believe that one group of people won and another group of people lost. I will believe, in my own trusting way, that we are a nation of people who ultimately love one another and that love is capable of covering a multitude of sins. It is the only stream from which I will drink.