by
J. Evert Jones and Olivia Rubio
Politics.
Our
lives, it seems, are uncomfortably tied to politics. After all, they determine our laws, our
environment, our futures. However,
the images of politics, secret back-room dealing, negative campaigning and
scandal, are bitterly pervasive. It's unrealistic at best to consider the notion
that there can ever be an escape from politics.
Politics.
An unsanctioned four-letter word.
Somewhere,
and sometimes, in this thick and inky muddle, there is a second, a unit of time,
split and subdivided, that rises above the inescapable. There are words and
people and events and memories that pull us in and pull us up, away from the
smallness of politics.
A
bugle playing reveille. A girl rescued from a well. A baseball player trotting
in the glow of a flashing "715" on a scoreboard. A soldier reuniting with his or her son,
or daughter.
A
tumbling of skyscrapers.
Not
all of these respites are welcome ones.
Although
politics is closely related to our lives and lifestyles, there are these
moments, these events, these people, these things that enable us to rise. That connects us to our shared
existence, our shared hearts, our shared humanity.
Yesterday, we were reminded of that
shared humanity.
We
witnessed not only unspeakable evil and incomprehensible tragedy, but also
incomparable compassion, uncommon courage, and indomitable spirit.
Some
things in our lives rise above politics.
To
everything there is a season, and a time to every purpose under
Heaven.
Today,
we pray for our brethren. We pray
for their families, we pray for their loss, we pray for their
healing.
Tomorrow,
we live on.
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