Updated: Jun 6, 2020
May 31, 2020
By way of introduction to these Spiritually Speaking blogs, I’m going to be writing about life in general, which for me is filtered through my faith tradition as a Roman Catholic. These are my musings, and I speak only for myself and my experience. I look forward to learning and writing about others’ faith traditions and experiences, too.
I’m a little hesitant, and even nervous, to speak about what’s in my heart--knowing that any person’s view of the world is really limited--and especially when that person is coming from a place of privilege--white, middle-class, cis-gendered, heterosexual. There’s a good likelihood that I may say, think, or feel something that hurts someone. If/when I do, please let me know. That’s how we all learn. And know that the intent is not ever to cause pain. So, with that said, let’s dive in.
This year of 2020 has been intense, to say the least. After Brett’s hospitalization for extreme migraine, my hospitalization for renal infarct a week later, five weeks of full-time sick leave, and then COVID-19-necessitated remote teaching after only four in-person classes, we are in a moment once again when there are more, and more, and still more senseless, brutal killings of Black and brown people. I’m stunned that we have protests about people being absolutely enraged at being asked to wear a mask to stop the spread of COVID, when there are people who have been protesting for ages to see changes toward racial justice, and still the killings keep happening. An editorial cartoon in the Columbus Dispatch showed two types of kneeling--Colin Kaepernick and the officer who killed George Floyd. Such contrasts.
Today, May 31, as I launch the website for WORDBridge Now, is Pentecost--in my faith tradition the day the Spirit came to the Apostles in a special way. I hadn’t realized the coincidence at the time--just wanted to make myself commit to a deadline--which some say are really lifelines. It is probably easier for me to have hope, as I don’t have to fear for the life of my husband, son, and daughter every time they leave the house. But Lord, I do believe that bridging our differences with our stories and experiences through words, with the loving words of the Bible and every loving holy book, with the Word made flesh, and with those silent words in our minds, hearts, and souls from the Spirit, we will make changes for the better.
In the spirit of using words as bridges,