Decide: (v) to conclude a question, controversy, or struggle
Shamefully, I am sometimes reluctant to share the mystery and tenderness that faith brings to my heart.
I don’t want you to think I’m religious, so I flirt with blandness.
I’m not proud of this.
But I’m fully aware that fanaticism is the true death of human creativity and the joy that makes this journey reasonable.
So where do you share?
What do you feel?
When I saw the word “decide,” a chill went down my spine.
There are thousands of songs that have moved me over the years, but there’s one that always brings me to tears, even when I just think about it. It might be the gentle breathiness of the atmosphere at the end of a church camp, or the times I was live in concert in front of thousands of folks and the song was sung.
It still gets me.
The music—and especially the lyric—personify the hope that lies within me.
-cide: (combining form) denoting a person or substance that kills.
Sitting here leisurely in my comfortable chair being allowed the luxury of thought, I am suddenly and completely overwhelmed with the futility of killing.
I don’t know why it struck me that way this morning. I didn’t have any trouble eating my breakfast sausage, which certainly required the life of a pig (or was it a turkey?)
But overall, I am bewildered.
It seems to me that as long as we live in a world where an insult from our neighbor causes us to close down communication, and further intimidation coming from this newly found enemy pushes us to contemplate violence, won’t we always just be two steps away from murder–especially when those portions of life which are supposed to soften our hearts–moments like spirituality–are mysteriously fueled by feuds and sensations of supremacy? What will ever drag us away from the “killing fields?”
I shall not continue sharing much more because I fear that I’m waxing eloquent instead of relevant.
Are there people, creatures, causes, nations or even religions that deserve to be eliminated?
I don’t know.
I guess, this morning, all I’m telling you is, I sure as hell don’t want to be the one to de-“cide.”