Wanted: One large scapegoat upon which I can lay blame for everything that’s gone wrong in my world. Must not use logic to refute irrational claims or shy away from unwarranted or undeserved crankiness. Must be in agreement that everything is his/her fault regardless of irrefutable evidence to the contrary.
A few years ago, when life would get stressful, one of my good friends used to quote Katie from the Horton Hears a Who movie, who said, “In my world everyone is a pony and they all eat rainbows and poop butterflies.” After a while, we’d only have to say, “In my world,” and we’d both start laughing and could put things back into perspective.
That’s how I would like my world to be – all good and happy and beautiful with no sickness or poverty or pain or suffering or loss or grief or loneliness or addiction or hatred. A world where everybody loves everybody.
Alas, this world is broken and it’s people are hurting. Sometimes I’m one of them, and I don’t care for it, not one little bit. It’s not always easy to see the beauty in the brokenness. Sometimes I want to lash out at others because in the moment I somehow believe it will make me feel better. But it doesn’t, it only makes me feel worse.
In my world, my real world, everyone is a child of God and is deserving of love, respect, and forgiveness. As I quietly pray those words, I’m grateful for the reminder that this is true for me as well.