Brooks article was the first Bill and I read this morning. Speaking as a seamstress, the worst part of sewing is having to rip put stitches. The seams are never quite as smooth. Better to sew or weave carefully and not have to rip seams.
What might the Brooks article say to the Christians who post here? Are we rippers or weavers?
Marie Meyer
Like you, Brooks article are always my first stop when reading the Times. Two things struck me about this article. To your question, although perhaps rhetorical, are we both - at times rippers and at time weavers. I find that the last few months have produced more rippers than sewers given the circumstances we are living under. We are rippers of those politicians, for example, that we have no tolerance for; in fact that intolerance has grown.
The one piece of the article that was difficult to read
was that we're not disagreeing, we are hating.. It is difficult at best to consider ourselves people who hate. It goes against the depths of our faith. "Not I Lord." And yet as one listens to the rhetoric one cannot deny the truth of his statement an I am grateful for his rays of hope. But I do agree that this sense of hatred is a mirage.
I have wondered how the pandemic has affected members of this forum, especially those called and entrusted with the spiritual care of their members, clergy who cannot visit members or console one dying in a hospital, or hold a church service. As one who gives care how difficult is it to receive -- to ask -- for care?
I digressed as I'm brought back to the statement, "we're not disagreeing, we are hating." Have our relationships been affected in any negative way? Have we turned more into sewers than weavers on this forum? I have found the rhetoric ramped up at times that I need to take mental health breaks.
This will not 'end' one day and the next day all will be well. We will live with the fallout for years. My young niece who lives alone in Queens NY had Covid. She was in isolation. It was a fairly mild case but for her it was difficult. She would call during the night, "Aunt Eileen I'm scared. What if I can't breathe and I'm alone?" It will take this young girl quite some time to work through her fears and her feelings are globally amplified.
I pray we think of the stories - of those who died, of those putting their lives on the line, of those volunteering in very creative ways, those donating and that this inspires us to be sewers - for isn't that what we're called to do?
Thanks for posting, Marie.