Reduced for clearance: beach towels, sand pails, hapless hanging baskets, and other items devalued to make space for back-to-school supplies, Halloween stuff, and goods befitting fall and winter.
As days shorten, nights cool and the pace quickens, I’m not ready for fall to push against the screen door of summer, to exchange carefree for carefull.
Truth be told, carefree took leave in Charlottesville not on a clearance table. More than summer took a hit when too many Evangelical leaders chose siding with or silence, over daring to be Daniel or Daniela, choosing profit over prophet. Too simplistic? True, but it nags at me. As someone wrote in the Globe, “Sometimes it feels like we’re sailing around the Cape of Lost Hope.”
Today, while watching the latest on Houston, a newscaster reported,”We are witnessing the worst of Mother Nature and the best of human nature.” A hopeful scene, watching the “Cajun Navy”, ordinary folks with boats, rafts, paddle boards joining professionals to rescue and take to higher ground, those who are in harm’s way.
Today’s Globe listed trustworthy places where donations can be sent to help the hurting. They included the Red Cross and Christian organizations like The Salvation Army and Samaritan’s Purse.
As I watched people helping people, no one checked age, ethnicity, gender, religion or other ways we divide and discriminate. “You in harms’ way? Take my hand. Come on board.”
Maybe a natural disaster can spur us to examine unseen floods eroding spiritual and moral ground, leaving in its wake deep divisions, a loss of kindness, decency, civil discourse, trust and the ability to discern true from faux, principle from preference.
It’s one thing to find Summer on sale, quite another to sell our souls for perishables like profit, power or from fear.
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