Digging a Hole

     I suppose it is a mole that has been digging just under the surface in our yard since sometime last summer. Whatever it is, or was, it did not seem to affect the grass much as it continued to grow and flourish through the warm days. The “tunnels” though make for treacherous walking across the yard when one’s feet sink into the soft soil.
     The un-invited intruder did not seem to draw much attention from Simeon at least not until now. For whatever reason Simeon has evidently decided he needs to find the critter and has proceeded to dig two rather large holes in the back yard. Actually I am not certain it is a critter he is looking for or whether he has just decided he likes holes, but the one makes him out to be a good watchdog and the other just a knucklehead who likes to dig holes, so I will give him the benefit of the doubt.
     Last Saturday while I was still bundled up from being out to the gym I filled a wheel barrel with dirt and filled the holes. I stood on them and tamped them down as best I could and told Simeon to leave it alone, after all you know he understands English. Well, you probably know where this story is going, yes; it took him until Sunday to get one of the holes emptied back out! Obviously I had some nerve to fill a perfectly good hole!
Simeon is really good at digging a hole in the ground and perhaps he thinks it serves a good purpose. But for the rest of us around the house it is a nuisance, irritating, and not to mention could be dangerous in the dark of the night or for an unsuspecting person walking in the yard.
     I continue to look at our world and our society and culture and the violence laden language, the finger pointing, the obstinate posturing, the hate, intolerance, well I could go on for a long time with descriptors, and it grieves my heart. Watching the news brings tears to my eyes often enough that I have almost given up watching it.
     I listen to the pundits, commentators, spin artists on all sides of the issues talk about the recent tragedy in Arizona and at this point here is a part of what I think. Whether the current vitriol political and philosophical rhetoric influenced this young man or not, this horrific event should bring us to a screeching halt and force us to reevaluate our priorities. Life is too fragile and precious to continue shouting hate-filled language and innuendo at one another. Whether it happens in the political arena, the religious arena, business world, or in our homes, I pray this event and others will give us pause and cause us to reassess not only who we are, but whose we are, and who we should be.
     I have to wonder if it is a bit like Simeon and his holes, those who continue to spew such hate and violence may think it serves a good purpose, but at best it is a nuisance, irritating, and unbecoming. At the worst it is dangerous to our own being and as we have learned of recent days, dangerous to our children.
     I will continue to try and move Simeon to a more productive activity as he plays in the backyard. And I pray our society and culture find compassionate and understanding ways to be together and fill the dangerous holes we have been digging with grace lest we find ourselves filling them with more victims of our words and actions. I pray we find the Way soon.
     It is one of the many ways we seek to be faithful to the Spirit and one another here at the Hill, where you are one of the family. Here where there is always an open door, a safe space, a warm welcome, and a place at the table.


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