What the Earthquake in Nepal Convicts Me about the Culture Wars in America

boulders-closeup-pebbles-pile-rocks-round-stones-1Such heartbreaking tragedies like what is unfolding in Nepal certainly serves as a reminder that there always seems to be something greater than that last argument.

What’s amazing to me is that as I look at other posts being made where there are a lot of people I know or know of who either have commented on or have liked these posts, how many of these people were actually at severe odds with each other just the night before or just fill in the blank before?

One day, you are this, this, and that. One day, I cannot buy a cake here or I won’t get a chicken sandwich there. Today, solidarity here. What brought us out of our trenches? What turned our battlefields into fields of triage of hope and care for people in desperate need?

What changed?

Taking nothing away from one’s convictions, it’s amazing to me how fast the labels and perceptions dissipate when something beyond labels and perceptions knocks on our door.

It reminds me of the Christmas Truce of 1914 on the battlefields of Flanders where the Germans were locked in a battle with the British and French. What happened there was one of those moments where the law of unanticipated consequences went to work in a good way from the actions put forth by troops from the opposing sides.

It takes courage to change tactics albeit for one night. (or until that next post) It takes even more courage to recognize one must change tactics. It also takes risk and loss of pride too. That is if one wants to make change lasting.

Before we get back down into our own trenches and begin firing shots again towards the other, maybe we should all take a moment right now to look down the line and make some observations.

Perhaps that person previously in our crosshairs does have a heart? Besides, they were made by the same Hands that made you and me.

If anything should be in the crosshairs of this thought, it would be that of our own heart and the tactics of which we aim our own convictions across the bow of our perceived enemy.

Maybe it does start with us after all? I say that tongue and cheek. Of course it does. Dialogue is good. Conversation is rich. But too often, one’s tactics are sabotaging one’s convictions by making it come across as neither, but rather a pointed finger.

Since when has a pointed finger ever changed the state of one’s heart other than a time long ago when One drew a line in the sand with a pointed finger which then led to a congregation of stones gathered at the feet of many.. who once clutched them?

Such heartbreaking tragedies like what is unfolding in Nepal certainly serves as a reminder that there always seems to be something greater than that last argument. What’s next?

Seize it.

Pondering America’s culture wars.

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