Agape (ä-̀gä-pā) n [LL, fr. Gk., agapē, lit., love] (1607) 1: LOVE FEAST 2. LOVE
- Webster’s Ninth New
Collegiate Dictionary
First thing I saw out
the bedroom window this morning was a lot of yellow leaves on the big leaf
maple tree. Autumn. Kind of ironic, considering what a crappy year 2020 has
been, that I’m not in a hurry to see it go.
Name your poison: the
rise of white supremacists and the further desecration and destruction of
America, climate change, wildfires destroying homes and killing people, the
smoke from the fires, Covid-19 (remember that?), joblessness, homelessness,
poverty and hunger.
Still, the Black
Lives Matter movement gives me hope. Perhaps sanity will take hold, after all.
I believe that most people in this “Christian” nation would like to see Jesus’
command followed: love your neighbor as yourself.
A lot of people do
love their neighbors as they love themselves and the problem is that they hate
themselves. I always want to add a coda to that commandment: first, love and
accept yourself. Be kind to yourself. Give yourself a little agape, or
unconditional love.
Now, when our
country’s founders put all their high-falutin’ ideals into writing, they meant
freedom and equality for white men who owned property – which they all were.
I’m sorry, white
guys. I know that you are not all heartless corporate billionaires. I married a
white guy, gave birth to two white guys, and I like a lot of white guys, and I
realize that our society imposes an extra burden on white guys for being white
guys these days, unless you are a filthy rich white guy, and then everything is
business as usual.
But I digress.
Unfortunately, the
inspiring language of the Declaration of Independence, and the Constitution,
and the Bill of Rights, for example, has given uppity ideas to a lot of people
for whom it was never meant. You know, black people, women, indigenous people,
Latinos, Asians, all people of color. Not to mention the Irish and Italians in
their times.
We were taught those
lofty ideals, those principles upon which our country was founded, and told we
lived in the land of the free, and it was the best gosh darned country in the
whole world.
We believed what we
were taught.
Benjamin Franklin
said that our country is a republic if we can keep it. I feel like we are
losing, or have lost, our grip. So what can we do?
I strongly encourage
you to vote. When you get your ballot for the November election, fill it out,
sign the envelope, and either mail it (if we still have a post office) or take
your signed ballot up to the drop box at the library and pop it in. Be counted.
You matter. Your vote matters.
Then we shall see how
it goes.
It is also past time
to think about the unthinkable happening and make plans. We have been preparing
for the Big One for years, now we need to prepare for wildfire. Do you have
water, food, blankets, etc.? Medical supplies? A “go bag?” It is time to do
whatever you can to protect yourself and your family.
You know that however
the election turns out, we are in for a hard time. If Biden wins, there will be
violent resistance from Trump and his supporters. If Trump wins – well, we know
what that is like.
Our work is cut out
for us. Us and the whole wide world. Our problems ebb and flow in their
intensity and demands for our attention. Last week I was worried about a
shooting war getting traction. This week I’m worried about the smoke-filled air
and the people who have lost everything to fires, even their lives.
And, of course, I
worry about Covid-19, the current continuo to all our lives’ music.
I hope that the foes
of equality do not feel compelled to go to a full-blown civil war to preserve
racism. Because ultimately this is the clash between people who want to have
their human dignity respected, and people who would rather die than see that
happen.
As far as I can see,
there is no gospel, no doctrine, no philosophy of love and treating others as
we wish to be treated ourselves, that has not been screwed up by human beings.
There seems to be a primal need for war, and power, and wealth, which explains world
history as well as the NFL to me.
My plan is, as best I
can, to be kind to others and myself. I would like to see agape for all.
Probably not going to happen, but I must work for it as if it will.
A little common sense
would not come amiss, either.
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