Goodness, after the events of the last two weeks this is how I feel. I have dwelt too long with those who hate peace. This nation, who we've become, who we are becoming, is wearying and dismaying.
What to do? What to say? Frankly, I have no idea. I am grateful that I'm not on social media. That's been a good and healthy lifestyle choice. I'm also grateful that this space is just a meandering intellectual journal, a theological miscellany, where I collect and sort out my thoughts, doing the bare minimum to make them publicly consumable and semi-coherent. There is nothing here but the stuff I think about. Consequently, I feel no pressure or need to use this space to comment on the world. This is no platform. The only hot take I have on the world is simply this, "What a mess."
More and more, I feel that my work concerns virtue. The fruit of the Spirit in my own life. Love, joy, peace, patience, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, gentleness, and self-control. I find it difficult to know what to think or do about the state of the world. Courses of action seem murky to me. But I do know the sort of person I'm called to become. And as I look toward that horizon, I see a long road ahead of me and a great deal of work to be done. The long obedience. And maybe that's the gift you’re supposed to offer the times you are living in. To show up sane, wise, humble, and kind.
