I’ve thought long and hard about this post. For several years, in fact. It confronts an issue which is ongoing in my life and is indicative of trends in the world at large. Today is the day I take it on. What could we do with hate? It is a question that baffles me at its core and yet it concerns me in thought and deed daily.
Today Mayim Bialik wrote a piece picked up by the New York Times. She talks about the very issue in an article specific to Israel. And yet, not. In A New Wave of Terror in Israel she says “Collectively, we, on this planet, have the money. We have the resources. Someone, anyone, please. Enough is truly enough.”
I have watched as hate and anger has consumed another to the point that their very future and financial world could come apart. I shake my head every time an evidence of this arises. I feel compassion for a heart so lost inside. I wonder at the hours and money which have been directed at this vendetta. I see it in the world around me to the extreme, and the question arises in my mind “What could we do with hate?” If all the time, resources, anger and hate were directed toward the positive and for good, how would the world change?
A wise woman, LaShawn Williams-Schultz said “Go hard on the system but soft on the people. If we realize the system is the problem, then we can question that —not each other.” We ought to be sharing goodness. We ought to be serving others. We should be looking to send our hearts and resources to the ones who need it most. We ought to be looking into their eyes and truly “seeing” them.
We have enough and to spare. What could we do with hate? If we reached first for love, first for service, first to see another as Christ does, we could, quite simply, change the world. Regardless of what one has to give–whether it is time, money, or your heart, we can be that change one person, one family, one community at a time.
I don’t know at the end of my life what will be said of me, but I hope my children will see someone who tried, imperfectly it is true, but tried to be an example of this:
“I don’t want to drive up to the pearly gates in a shiny sports car, wearing beautifully, tailored clothes, my hair expertly coiffed, and with long, perfectly manicured fingernails.
I want to drive up in a station wagon that has mud on the wheels from taking kids to scout camp.
I want to be there with a smudge of peanut butter on my shirt from making sandwiches for a sick neighbors children.
I want to be there with a little dirt under my fingernails from helping to weed someone’s garden.
I want to be there with children’s sticky kisses on my cheeks and the tears of a friend on my shoulder.
I want the Lord to know I was really here and that I really lived.”
― Marjorie Pay Hinckley
I want to really live.