Brutal: (adj.) savagely violent.
On occasion, I comically refer to human beings as “monkey angels.”
A little bit of jungle, a little bit of heaven.
Because of this mixed breeding, the climate for our species requires a careful mingling of tough and tender.
I get in discussions with my sons about this all the time. They are convinced they can watch murder and mayhem in the movies and experience brutal treatment of God’s children, and be no worse the wear.
But the true diet for our spirit is an enduring toughness about complications and a tender empathy for our fellow-travelers.
In other words, celebrating, commemorating and being challenged by those who overcome difficulty through their determination, while emotionally impacted by gentleness among all brothers and sisters.
We’ve flipped it.
I think we try to be tough with our dealings with each other as we tenderize ourselves with decapitation, devastation and depravity.
It screws us up.
So I, for one, have no desire to become stronger by watching brutal acts.
Brutal is for brutes.
And “brute” is the part of our monkey that wants to act like a gorilla.