We keep a running shopping list on the door of our fridge.
In my never ending quest to make my wife smile or be simultaneously annoyed and
amused with me, I sometimes put in requests.
Unicorns.
Pixie dust.
Elvish magic.
To my great disappointment, none of these can be found at our
local supermarket.
I think it’s time to make a few requests of this world and the
people stumbling through it.
For starters: and just as an example, let’s all agree that breaking
into a house and stabbing a teenage girl to death in her bed because you don’t
want her, her bed, her house, or her whole people to exist in your rocky
sandbox is murder, and not political or religious discourse.
Next, can we please work towards a world where it isn’t news
when a Muslim couple helps a Jewish family get out of an overturned car, when
the family has been shot at? I’m not
saying we shouldn’t help each other. But
how have we reached a place where this is news, and the labels mean more than
the activity?
Just stop. All of
it. Stop. Listen.
See what we have become. Is any
piece of land worth the blood that we are dumping all over it? And if it is worth it, then maybe the land
would do so much better without all that blood.
Or tears.
It’s like the old songs about teaching our children. They have to know who they are. But they have to know who everyone else is
also. And we have to teach them that
most people just want to live and love and laugh a bit and grow old with the
sun on their face and breeze in whatever hair is left for them, and with the
sounds of their kids and grandkids all around.
It’s time to start now.
Please leave your suggestions on the fridge.