This morning I woke up at my sister’s family’s house in Tucson Arizona. I had scheduled my visit to my Arizona family a few months ago and I intentionally purchased my ticket to fly in one direction or the other on this day. I don’t like being made to feel afraid, and I bristle at bullying. Let the lasting effect of the efforts of a few well funded cowards be precisely nothing.
My sister and her kids spent the morning cleaning the grounds around their suburban home. Today is my brother-in-law’s day off, and so there were six of us at the table for a mid-morning breakfast of waffles and peaches. The Tucson Airport was quiet this morning. On the flight from Arizona to my connection through Las Vegas, I sat next to an average sort of mid-to-late-forties American woman on the airplane. “How is your September going?” I asked.
“Oh, good,” she replied at length. “It feels like the beginning of the Holiday Season,” she went on.
“Even today,” I said.
Now thoughtful, the woman cocked her head slightly and said “what’s today? O, well, I wouldn’t think of today as…”
“A holy day?” I interjected.
And, so, here we are; living in a time when we can say that our fears have subsided. The corporate realization that life, this life, our way of life, will continue as it has. It will continue as we decide. Our actions will not be dictated to us by hate-filled strangers. We will go on raising our children to care for the gifts that God has bestowed on us. We will go on forgetting injuries and pursuing paths to peace; for that is the will of God.
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