I was reading a post on Facebook by Sharon Astyk (here is her quiet-for-now blog) who used a personal example of a crisis in her life to explain that we really don’t understand our fellow countrymen right now, and we are only just now realizing we have been completely miscommunicating for a long time. That we need to sit down and really listen to discover how our neighbors see the world because it might be radically different than we do. In the comments (I know, never read the comments, but her Facebook friends are generally very respectful), someone remarked, “We all desperately want to be “read” by others, and (at least for me) it’s so hard to get past innate self-centeredness and lack of communication skills. And yeah, a neighbor could be all the things we fear. Love is stronger than fear, but is expensive. But why else are we here? We’re all so needy and broken.” Love is expensive. Is it? Continue reading “Love is expensive?”
What a crazy statement! Joy killed my soul? Not exactly. More precisely, it was JOY that killed my soul. Perhaps I should explain. I have noticed an epidemic of low self-esteem in our society. I believe there are many contributors to this problem, but I want to focus on one that I suspect is very influential. Let me start by saying that I have lots of friends who are religious, and very devout. My brother-in-law is a Lutheran minister, and another friend is a Catholic blogger. They are great people. I am not here to bash on Christianity or religion in general. It is just this one notion that I would like people to rethink.
When I was a child, my parents took us Continue reading “How JOY killed my soul”