“If you tell the truth, you don’t have to remember anything.”
“He was always seeking for a meaning in life, and here it seemed to him that a meaning was offered; but it was obscure and vague . . . He saw what looked like the truth as by flashes of lightening on a dark, stormy night you might see a mountain range. He seemed to see that a man need not leave his life to chance, but that his will was powerful; he seemed to see that self-control might be as passionate and as active as the surrender to passion; he seemed to see that the inward life might be as manifold, as varied, as rich with experience, as the life of one who conquered realms and explored unknown lands.”
Conflict always exists.
Like it or not, there will be someone or something that irks you, catapults you into a frenzy, or becomes a bur under your saddle.
Fact of life.
This Middle East conflict however, has me deep in thought. It’s been going on for centuries, making it more notable than the US story of the Hatfields and McCoys.
Is it justifiable?
I ponder how offensive it might be to Almighty.
Consider – A chosen people screw up, monumentally. So significant is their error that they are tossed out of the Promised Land.
For Iniquity, mind you. Their iniquities were so great that they were thrust from their promised blessings – conditional blessings, for any paying attention.
I’d always considered iniquity to be one of the many terms for sin, vileness, evil. They’d gone against YHVH was my final determination.
However, the definition of iniquity gives me pause: ‘Immoral or Grossly Unfair Behavior’. A close cousin of iniquity, the word inequity also gives clarity: ‘Lack Of Fairness Or Justice’.
Oh my! The nation of Israel, the nation of Judah, the people who were once Hebrews, united and chosen, were deemed UNFAIR.
Who deserves to live in the land, I ask?
What people would deny the holocaust as retribution for iniquities?
How could technology serve as a replacement for God?
I shake my head and wonder how it all became so fucked up…
I wonder also, how close are the ties between those in conflict. Abraham had more than one child and the first land promise included all of his children.
Serious contemplations, indeed.
“You cannot protect yourself from sadness without protecting yourself from happiness.”
Jonathan Safran Foer
It occurred to me this morning that there’s a possibility I may not see my granddaughter again.
A bright-eyed, bouncing bundle of intellect, packaged in the loveliest presentation imaginable.
Oh sure, she’s got her quirks. I didn’t say she was perfect. She’s an absolute joy though. I treasure every moment we’ve spent together.
She’s new to our realm, you see. Her mom married our son last year and brought this 7-soon-to-be-8 year-old into our lives.
We have an open arm policy in our house, you see. We accept steps as our own, we treat them equally.
But it seems that the marriage might not last… or it might. We’re not privy to the details until the decision is made.
Over the last 5 weeks, we’ve spent extra time with this joyful gal. We’ve had sleepovers, we’ve gone shopping, we’ve had swimming fun, we’ve had a few minor tears and we’ve had a lot of conversation.
This child even went so far as to mention that we wouldn’t be family if the marriage broke up, to which I retorted “too bad, we’ve adopted you, so you’re always family.”
Now I see why that option was presented. Sometimes the kids know before the adults.
So pour me a full and overflowing glass of water today, please! I want to watch this beautiful girl reach her full potential.