A few evenings ago, during a lull in a major system of thunderstorms which were rolling across the area, in order to avoid getting doused with rain and hail, I was making quick work of the task of securing one of the buildings on my work campus, when I ran across the lifeless little bodies of two baby birds laying on the cold, wet sidewalk. They were not yet old enough to fly, for their feathers had not yet fully grown out. It was kind of sad. I stopped and listened for a mother bird who might be calling for them…I looked toward the sky to see if I could see a flying parent overhead. Nothing.
Just the quiet calm.
Swallowed up by even more threatening storm clouds swirling overhead.
This brought to mind the many storms of humanity that swirl around us all. I don’t know about you, but I grow weary of it all. Our world has become so polarized, so sure of itself, so full of its own truth in the sound of its own thoughts that come cascading out of its mouth. My FB newsfeed is continually littered by crap that does more to build walls than bridges. The bluster of all of the opinions and prognostications that litter our airwaves and etherwaves…that infect our brainwaves…and have the power to dramatically alter our life.
Some, in fact, are blown out of the nest, never to be heard from again.
What would it be like if every person, in our own individual time and place, started bringing some calm and clearing to the storms that surround us? What if we all started treated every other person with the utmost care and concern with which we would like to be treated? What chance would storms of hate and intolerance have of surviving that kind of sky-blue-clear world like that?
Sometimes life feels like the weather…of the last 31 days this month, I have only had 4 without rain.
I’m ready for the sunshine.