Dialogue is dead. Welcome to the age of a million monologues. Welcome to the day when people shout angrily at empty space rather than conversing with one another. Today is a day of hearing but not listening, when accusations are made without understanding, and when we fight against one another as we try to reach shockingly similar goals.
I am convinced that we are not as opposed to one another as we think we are, but we have lost the capacity to understand. And I lament that our ignorance appears to be increasingly willful. Rather than disagreeing, we make enemies. Rather than engaging perspectives that differ from our own, we villainize. Rather than recognizing our shortcomings, we cast our sin upon scapegoats. In a tragic twist, we use the cross that we were called to carry to crucify our opponents. We have become murderous rather than repentant. Lord, help us. Christ, help us.
I lament that there are voices that the world desperately needs, but because their words carry nuance and delicate balance, they are dismissed without ever being heard because of anger, fear, and the inability to endure the difficult work of self-reflection. I lament because those voices bear witness to the crucified Christ.
If a voice cries out, “In the wilderness…” but no one around is willing to listen – will the way ever be prepared? Will the road be made straight?If a voice cries out, “In the wilderness…” but no one around is willing to listen – will the way ever be prepared? Will the road be made straight?
I confess that I struggle to see the hope of the kingdom when people who share in the desire of the kingdom destroy one another with words and weapons of gossip and innuendo.
Lord, help us. Christ, deliver us! Give us the good sense to mourn what we have become, and repent of the hells we are creating for ourselves in your good creation.