There is a difference between thinking something might happen and knowing something might happen. In my case, the change in thinking comes with the outcomes that follow experience. Until then, rationalization, willful ignorance, and denial work together to create a belief that the possible is not. Danger is ignored. The possible downside of a choice is not considered. Even the likelihood of a possibility is diminished, at least in my mind.
Experience comes along and changes everything.
As I look out on a gray, rainy, and dismal morning, I am reminded of the times I have wished that Divinity would take my enemies and “bring them to the end of their rope, and leave them there dangling, helpless.” (Psalm 83.17) It is a wish born in judgment and frustration. My feelings of anger and injustice are soothed even as I express uncontrollable feelings.
Experience takes me again to the place of helplessness, where Hope is difficult to find.
I consider the rain that is falling on the deserving as well as those that do not deserve, and I wonder about what comes next. Am I willing to always hold onto the calling to compassion, community, and caring? If so, what do I do with my emotions?
There is a limited benefit from the moments at the end of our ropes. For me, it refocuses me on what I hold most dear to my heart. Inevitably, I return to the commitment that if I am helpless then the one think I know I can do is to hold onto my calling the belief in Hope that comes with it.
I am challenged to consider a better alternative for the evil ones I have blessed with a condemnation. With a presumption that God’s mercy and love will continue for all, I see an unfulfilled offer to be a partner in the process.
There is more to life than condemnation; there is redemption. I hear a calling to help make this world a better place. We can lift up or push down. I choose to be positive.