We cry for those who voice their sorrows. We cry for those who speak their injustices. We cry for those who utter their failures. But what about those who suffer silence, alone and muted? Let’s peer through the window behind which these children of God are trapped. The lens with which we view is not filtered in judgment, criticism or scorn. Empathy and sympathy compose the glass through which we gaze.
Hospitals and nursing homes are the framework of where these voiceless rest. Their right to be loved, supported and surrounded by family is, correctly, deduced wrong during Covid 19’s pandemic. However, this answer is not, by anyone, deemed fair. Not till my own father joined the ranks of the imprisoned innocent did my rejecting heart replace my accepting head.
Those of us outside the locked gates of being quarantined complain our luxuries are infringed upon by the pandemic. Do we even realize while we decry our frivolous deprivation, so many are stripped their essentials – loved ones near when needed most? I didn’t, till now.
Intelligence confirms this travesty, first and foremost, protects both those entrapped and those living free. Yet, wisdom sheds tears that what is right, deeply, feels so wrong. What can we, you and I, do about this? Directly, nothing; but indirectly much, much more.
Do you know someone locked inside or locked outside a window? Pray, this inauguration week, for them, instead of cursing those who don’t mirror your philosophy. Extend a helping hand to those divided by a window instead of striking down those who sit across the aisle.
Dissension is the shriek of hating, manmade warriors. Unanimity in loving hurting mankind is the song of God made peacemakers. It is our choice. Will shrieks or songs script our words and ways this week?
Uplifted in a Broken Down World 