Last Saturday I attended a fund-raiser at a friend’s farm. I got to run the grill with the able, and appreciated, help of Max Aristide. He’s the best. Between us, we managed to feed the whole crowd and have a few laughs over a VERY hot grill.
Me and Max – a great team.
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After we’d fed them all, and I ate way more than I should, there was a bit of speechifing and such, then my wife and I went home to spring the dog. It was almost full-dark when we got to our car, and a young father was asked by his kids if they could go see the animals. His response was yes. But as they ran off, he reminded them that “You can’t see poop in the dark.”
Now that I’ve quit laughing, I’ve found a pretty deep message in that line. Especially in light of the events last weekend in Virginia.
None of us can see poop in the dark. We stumble around in our blindness and hope to see a light that will guide our way, and illuminate our path. Sometimes, if we’re really lucky, it’s through Jesus. That’s how I found my friend Max. My life is good, and guided from above with that light that only Heaven can provide.
But for some, both left and right, black and white (and every other hue of skin as well), there’s an eternal darkness surrounding their soul. They are bitter, and full of hatred and … all of it. Every sin you can find that one uses against another is there in some form. So they point fingers and call names and punch old women in the head and … no punctuation on that run, as in real life it’s nonstop and sickening.
Maybe the worst part of it, to me, is the demand that you become ever more outraged and violent over these things. Frankly, after seeing a death camp in person I’ve pegged the outrage meter. So if you expect me to violate my friends based on skin color, or political affiliation, because I’m supposed to be more disgusted than I am, it will be a long wait. Yup. I can be disdainful, sarcastic, filled with loathing, and you will never realize it because you aren’t in my skin. Just assume that I find it distasteful and horrible as well.
Now that we’ve established that, what can we do to move forward? Let’s go back to the very first thing I wrote about in this blog today: love. I love Max. He’s my friend. We grew up in different countries, different cultures, speak different languages in our homes (his English is way better than my Creole) and have different outlooks. But what I know is that Max and I both love people based on the teachings of Christ.
Doesn’t make me better than anyone else. Doesn’t make me less ignorant on a whole host of topics. But it does fill me with joy, light, and the presence of God during difficult times.
Let’s pray for our country. Let’s work to get along with each other. Let’s quit pointing fingers if someone else isn’t sufficiently outraged in our opinion. Most of all, let’s get ready for the ultimate judge of our character. That time apparently isn’t too far off.
See ya soon.
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