Periodically, I am overcome with acute nostalgia for the glory days. Young, carefree and untouched by life’s harshness.
Life has a way of roughing the edges, taming the wild side.
Approaching 30 is a mental mindfuck. When you are in your early 20s, 30 seems like a distant forever. A threat that will never actually come to fruition. When I was 22 I made an agreement with a friend that if we were both unmarried at the washed up age of 30, we would take each other’s hand and marry the state. It appears time has come and I am left holding the bag.
When I was 22 I never thought I would care about things like marriage, mortgages and other dull formalities that plague adult conversations.
But time has a way of aging your face and your values.
At 29, I have succumbed to mild envy blended with resentment and topped with some wishful thinking. At 29, I wonder if my aging nana will be lucid to see me take that sacred covenant. I agonize over her declining memory. Will she be here to see her grandkids? Will she know them by name?
Longing for the glory days. When nothing was important and everyone mattered.
As the world is in shock and grief over the election of Donald Trump as president, I find myself in a place of reflection and serenity.
Yes he is a misogynist, racist, xenophobic sociopath who is unfit to be in a position of power. Yes it is unfortunate and is an embarrassment to our county’s progress toward social and economic justice.
However, this is how a representative democracy works. It may result in slow and inefficient processes, but it is what allows for the peaceful transition power in our country. The alternative is anarchy, authoritarian regimes and theocracies. A consequence of this system is that yes, sometimes your team loses. It does not mean you abandon the system or attempt to discredit it’s legitimacy.
That’s life. Sometimes things do not go your way. It is a unique opportunity to showcase your character. How you respond in the face of adversity, how you react to perceived injustice.
In the early days of the church, followers of Christ were called atheists because they refused to worship Caesar as Lord. They claimed a poor Jewish rabbi, Jesus, was their Lord. This radical opposition was inherently political. Accused of treason and undermining the Roman authority, the early Christians dealt with many of the same moral conflicts we face today. These perennial queries of truth struggle to clarify the blurred lines of the sacred and the secular.
And what is Jesus’ response?
“Render unto Caesar the things that are Caesar’s, and unto God the things that are God’s” (Mark 12:17)
We can take heart in the truth of His statements today. Instead of putting our hope in the hands of a flawed politician, keep your eyes on all that is true and right and honorable, that is Christ, who provides, and sustains. Live in the world and honor the laws of the world, but do not worship it.
If you follow the jaw line down over the heart,
the curves of your bone and muscle that make up your head to toe…
It’s just skin and thread, stitches and ligaments,
words that we spoke only to regret.