Mutually pastoral

Throughout this pandemic, we rely on help: from the government, from non-profit entities and from each other. In short, we have been pastoral to one another. While President showed off the bible, and pastors urged “patriots” to take up arms, we take up alms.

Heroes for one day: a kind word here, a chocolate there.

In two years, we have done more than in two decades.

We have to. People died by the millions, while Mother Theresas only by the thousands. Quite a mismatch.

No cause for celebration there, except for the super rich and super yatch owners. What pandemic? (to them).

The CDC has to put out warnings (that islands like Bermuda and Bahamas are not omicron-immune). Super christians and super politicians saw opportunities in crisis. So are we, unsung heroes, to counter-trend : “door-dash” ing foods to covid patients.

Last year, in TX, we suffered a double dose: pandemic and near-zero temperatures. Quite a new bottom. Been a while since we experienced our peaks (where there sure be a lot of Alpha male, who up the game, per “competitive” nature). Then, if/when inside the whale, we hear not a comment on social media, nor a “scam likely” alert. Seeing a Jehovah Witness or a pair of Mormons (YMCA!) these days is quite a treat.

A video of January 6 on 11th Hour features Officer Goodman. He was turning Mitt around, leading him to safety and might have saved Mike Pence from being hung – noose ready outside. They knocked down the fortress…in tactical teams (don’t break the link…like schoolchildren on field trips), in a Medieval battle (between the Oath keepers and the gatekeepers) in formation and in gears with full assaults and aggressiveness, all out for blood. After all, everybody was on the “right” side of history (what version?), thirsty for revenge against the nerds – Big Tech and Big Government.

Meanwhile, gentle souls and quiet folks went about their daily lives: a Hallmark card here or a hot meal there on someone’s doorsteps before many of whom died. Meanwhile others were proud of their rising portfolios and pastors’ urging on: ” let’s take up arms and fight for what’s ours” “I am white, I am blonde, I hold a job….no way I am going to jail”.

When in crisis, we shared selfies (@J6), some pastoral, others prosecutorial. Hatred begets hatred. Love begets love. The ripple effect. I’d rather worships a God who is meek, who sits beside you – in the belly of the beast, or a secure location under the Dome- to the end, regardless of methods of execution.

Go ahead! cast your first stone, tighten your noose, send your forged electoral votes and spread your fake news.

Last shall be first and the humble shall inherit what’s theirs.

I am black hair, I am not white…no way I am going to Heaven (per some Nationalist versions.)

Even so, keep giving to the least … in pandemic or peace time. Be mutually pastoral till Kingdom comes when all this will be sorted out. Each other, is all we have…as orphans – on our own – to fend for one another, and to find the way home.