Citizens of countries that let tyranny reign either through direct involvement or through welcomed ignorance and laziness or fear have found they’re faced with guilt and shame for several generations. I predict when things are said and done everyone will claim to have opposed Neocon excesses, abuses and crimes when in actuality they were either blind followers or apathetic or just to scared to speak up.
I know this may sound like a lot to someone who does absolutely nothing but I know it’s very little compared to those participating in the meet-ups and rallies and especially all those on the front lines of the peace and human rights movements. All of these good people truly need all of our support and prayers. I would love to participate more but once again the illness (MS) and its associated poverty get in the way. MS gets in the way of this little Blog of mine far more often than I would like. I do what I can.
The truly remarkable lady from Africa, who, a couple years back, won the Nobel Peace Prize, Wangari Maathai, tells a story of a hummingbird that flies back and forth to the river scooping up mouthfuls of water to spit on a roaring jungle fire. All the other animals, just sitting around hopelessly, laugh at and belittle the poor hummingbird and inquire as to why such a small animal is even trying to put the fire out. The hummingbird just looks at them and replies,” I’m doing what I can.” I’m trying to follow that example in my own stumbling bumbling off the beaten path kind of way. The illness constantly interferes.
It is well known that honest dissent takes courage and is the highest form of patriotism. People say they have love of nation and faith in God but once again it is necessary to point out that the greater part of faith is trust. If we love Jesus it’s imperative that we at least struggle to trust in what He taught us. We all fall short, I know I have a whole stack of demons I wrestle with and I let them win far more often than I should. I don’t wear my religion on my sleeve. If you were to see me rolling down the street in my electric wheelchair you might be able to think I was capable of what I write on the ‘Circuitous’ page but not on the ‘Musings’ page.