My Last Post as Spiritual Drift

This will be my last post as Spiritual Drift.

I can no longer find the words.

Since my last post, and given the current climate of our nation, both politically and spiritually, I simply can’t think of anything I can say that would make one tinker’s damn bit of difference. To anyone. To anywhere.

We’ve grown too busy shouting, too comfortably entrenched in our own dystopian universes to worry about the lost art of communication. We run around shouting that the sky is falling, never seeing that it isn’t our God who created that sky, it was us. We are being crushed by gods of our own making. We’ve grown fearful of every shadow because the light of the world has grown too dim if it hasn’t been totally extinguished, never recalling that we were supposed to be that light.

I weep for my country.

I weep that a statue stands at our shore and says, “”Give me your tired, your poor, your huddled masses yearning to breathe free, the wretched refuse of your teeming shore. Send these, the homeless, tempest-tossed to me, I lift my lamp beside the golden door!”

I weep that our founding document includes the words, “all men are created equal”.

And I weep that no one cares.

I weep for my religion.

I weep that my scripture says, “For the Lord your God is the God of gods and the Lord of lords, the great, the mighty, the awesome God who does not show partiality nor take a bribe. He executes justice for the orphan and the widow, and shows His love for the stranger by giving him food and clothing. Therefore, show your love for the stranger, for you were strangers in the land of Egypt.”
And says, “Love your neighbor as yourself”.
And says, “The King will answer and say to them, ‘Truly I say to you, to the extent that you did it to one of these brothers of Mine, even the least of them, you did it to Me.’”

And I weep that no one cares.

I weep for the “less than”, for the oppressed, the alone, the wounded and weak, the disabled. I weep for people of color, and people of poverty.

I weep for the poor in spirit, and for those who mourn. I weep for the meek, and those who are hungry and thirst for righteousness. I weep for the merciful, the pure in heart, and for the peacemakers.

And I weep that no one cares.

No, I take that back.

A lot of people care. We just care more about being heard than about hearing. We seem to be caring more for our rights, for our liberties, for our needs, and for our selves.

We care more about the external than the eternal.

We care more for those things that moth and rust destroy, that thieves can break in and steal.

We equate acceptance with approval.

We equate immigrant with enemy.

We equate poverty with work ethic.

We equate disability with worthlessness.

We equate need with weakness.

We equate conservativism with oppression, and liberalism with anarchy.

We have lost the fine art of nuance, and we’ve forgotten that we live in a world of gray and not one of black and white.

And mostly I weep that there is no one to talk to. No one who will withhold judgment. No one who will simply listen. No one who will do the hard work of caring, and who will face the hard truth that we, yes WE dear Americans and dear Christians, are as much to blame for the state of our world as are our supposed enemies, and probably more.

I have no words.

I am at a loss.

And thus, this will be my last post as Spiritual Drift.

God help us all.

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10 thoughts on “My Last Post as Spiritual Drift”

  1. Well, it’s hard to know what to say… and I also didn’t feel like I could click “like” the way I normally would.

    First, I don’t like hearing that this is your final post. I’m hoping that you reconsider, or that maybe you’re planning to direct your energies into some other writing project?

    Secondly, I identify with a lot of what you’re saying. I’ve thought about posting along these lines myself, but haven’t known what to say (or had the energy to try). I still have a hard time really believing that Trump actually won. Sometimes it still hits me, and I have a hard time processing it. Most of all, I lament how all the fracturing and polarization has led us to a place where we can’t always agree on what the facts are — and too many people have begun to think that accurate news sources are false and false ones are accurate. It’s scary.

    On the other hand, I know that things usually swing back and forth like a pendulum. We just came off of a 2-term Democratic president, who began his first term with Democrats controlling both houses of congress. And before that, we had a 2-term Republican president who came into power alongside a split senate and Republican-led house. And on and on back over the years, we see a similar pattern. It’s not surprising that we’ve swung back to the right, it’s just surprising that someone like Trump managed to win. But this means that the pendulum will always swing back, and hopefully it means that we’re reaching the zenith of all this polarization.

    Now that the extreme wing of the GOP has finally gotten a candidate to the White House, they can no longer be the obnoxious folks in the stands who love to complain about what everyone else is doing. Now it’s their turn to actually do something. If they do well, then maybe polarization will decrease in that others will see they weren’t so bad after all. If they do horribly, then perhaps polarization will still decrease as they lose support.

    One of the things you said that most resonated with me was this:

    We have lost the fine art of nuance, and we’ve forgotten that we live in a world of gray and not one of black and white.

    I agree that this is one of the biggest problems we’re facing. All I know to do is try to make those points to those I interact with when the opportunity comes up. There are times that my family and I feel out of place, living in the South with our particular views. But I think it gives us an opportunity to push against the tide of homogeneity. When we can show people that our communities are not monolithic and shouldn’t be, we help bring a little bit of gray back into their world. Even better, we might help bring a bit of color. 🙂

    And when it comes to misinformation, I read this article the other day, and it made me feel better:
    http://www.usatoday.com/story/opinion/2017/01/22/mainstream-media-still-has-clout-audience-fake-news-alternative-facts-column/96786822/

    I can’t say that I’m optimistic about anything yet, but I do have a cautious hope that things will soon get better. If nothing else, I think the current predicament has started to wake a lot of people up.

    Hang in there, my friend! 🙂

    1. “I agree that this is one of the biggest problems we’re facing. All I know to do is try to make those points to those I interact with when the opportunity comes up. There are times that my family and I feel out of place, living in the South with our particular views.” — I think this is why you and I get on so well together despite what differences we may have. There are times I feel out of place living in the 2nd most conservative state in the union with our particular views. 😉 This is particularly why I feel so voiceless. I’ve lost count of the amount of times Cheryl and I have looked at each other, over our beliefs or political views, and said, “We’re weird!”

      And thank you for the article. “People are increasingly using social media platforms to receive news through a “filter bubble,” where they will only end up reading the news and opinions they already agree with, regardless of whether those “facts” are actually true. — This is the main reason why I’m no longer on FB. Simply got tired of it.

      1. Same here. I just can’t stomach FB anymore. Most of the people in my feed post religious or political things that I completely disagree with. And then when some of my friends post things from a point of view I do agree with, they often do it in a way that I think is ineffective and brash.

  2. Kent—I am so sorry you are suffering with feelings of despair. I am sure you don’t want a “lecture,” but I am hoping these words might lift you, even just a little: “He who is our Savior slumbers not nor sleeps as He watches over his kingdom. God is at the helm. Never doubt it. When we are confronted with opposition, He will open the way WHEN THERE APPEARS TO BE NO WAY. Let not any voices of discontent disturb you. Let not the critics worry you.” “Though the storm clouds may gather…our knowledge of the gospel and our love for our Heavenly Father and our Savior will comfort and sustain us and bring joy to our hearts as we walk uprightly and keep the commandments. There will be nothing in this world that can defeat us. My brothers and sisters, fear not. Be of good cheer. The future is as bright as our faith.” The Savior said: “Fear not,…for you are mine, and I have overcome the world.” “Ye cannot bear all things now; nevertheless, be of good cheer, for I will lead you along.” “Wherefore, I am in your midst…I am the good shepherd. He that buildeth upon this rock shall never fail.” Kent, though it may seem that all is hopeless, the power of God is still in our midst and we have been given so many promises from him to strengthen us and lead us along. This life is like the blink of an eye in our eternal existence. As we keep an eternal perspective and remember that “The Lord is directing all things for the benefit and blessing of the righteous and those who love him,” we will have the strength to press forward in faith. As your sister in Christ, I hope these words may lift you a little and renew your heart in hope and faith. I also hope you will reconsider and continue to pen Spiritual Drift. The world needs voices of faith now more than ever.

  3. You will be in my prayers! I pray that the voice (the gift) the Lord has given you is not forever silenced. And I say that not thinking “they have won” or that this is all “too much to bear” etc, but in the sense, that though we may not be hearing from you publicly (for now, for a while, or forever) I’m sure the conversations you will continue to have with the Lord will still be fruitful! Thank you for sharing your gift with me, with all of us and may you continue to write and weep for I believe it is in those 2 actions wonderful, amazing, and miraculous things can be accomplished! God bless you and your family.

  4. Sorry to connect with your blog again after a long absence only here at the end as looking back at your posts there is much there to value. I hope you know you are not alone in your feelings of frustration, even deep sadness. Yet as silence is often a wise response in times such as this, no one should begrudge your choice to set this aside. I pray that this time away may be a blessing and that after a season you may feel called again to write and share.

    1. Thank you Jeff. There may come a time when I will find the words. But for now I just feel the need to “circle the wagons” if you will, concentrate on my own journey and that of my family, connect face-to-face with a few trusted friends, and figure out how to navigate this uncertainty I’m feeling with the present moment. Praying for strength, wisdom, and direction.

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