‘Bad’ or ‘Good’

Have you ever been on the receiving end of “maybe if we ignore her, she will go away?” Sometimes, it can even feel that way when posing a question to God.  (However, I usually give God the benefit of the doubt knowing that God’s voice is sometimes very very small.)  Have you ever looked back on nearly 62 years of life and thought, “What ?!?!”

Late last week, I wrestled with the realization that I have tried all of my life to be a good person…kind, sweet, patient, compassionate, respectful.  I have not always been successful but it was my goal…my intention…because I was raised to believe that I was a  bad person …naughty, dirty, nasty, and mean.  That was the default assumption of my parents (for whatever reason.)  If I looked pretty by the world’s standards, my father said I looked like a street walker…a slut.  If I had a friendship, my father assumed it was sexual.  If I purchased the wrong thing for my mother, she assumed it was because I hated her.  If my care-giving of an invalid sister didn’t work out, it must have been because I was having an affair with her husband.  If I were struck with a belt by an adult friend of the family, I must have been doing something wrong to deserve it.

This craziness extended well into…well, the present.  “No, I’m not going to look at your data compression routine because you’re not smart enough to write something that sophisticated.” “No, you don’t get to (whatever); You lack credibility.”  “This is not a family business; it is my business and you have no place in it.”  “No, Catherine, you can’t have what you want.”  “You have wanted out of this situation for a long time; are you sure you didn’t poison her by feeding her organic food?”

On and on.

The world’s response to me has been the polar opposite of what I have deserved.  I did not do anything wrong; it wasn’t my fault; I am not bad.  Unfortunately, I am not made of bronze like the little girl on Wall Street.

So this past weekend, I decided to stop trying to prove my parents (and siblings, and co-workers) wrong; I’m almost 62 years old. I let it go…and I let go.  I decided to sink down into my sinful nature, if that is in fact what I have.  Perhaps my parents had known the truth, that I had at some point been bought by the devil and I was purely bad..  So be it.  I am tired of the defense.

To prove my change of intention, I essentially withdrew from a Lenten course (which had brought up the subject of darkness).  I had been open and vulnerable in sharing my story and loving in response to others but because I don’t quite fit in, (essentially, I didn’t graduate from the right schools), I was being ignored by the leader.  So, I made one final comment and deleted all of the comments I had written since March 1st, not wanting anyone to be able to look back and see why I might have left.

Days later, no one seems to have noticed my absence.  I expect myself to be angry or resentful or bitter.  I have a reason to clutch and rail..to identify myself as a victim.  Yet, I do not.  I feel unappreciated but certainly not surprised.  (Have you ever felt stunned or appalled…yet not surprised?)

Then, yesterday, I killed a bird…a robin.  Actually, it flew into my car but that was my undoing.  I had to pull over out of traffic and I wailed.  (“Blessed little bird…I’m so sorry…I’m so sorry…”)  The crying released a whole lot of hurt…a lifetime of hurt.  I was wailing over my…albeit unwitting…participation in harm, my being a contributor to the pain in the world…in hurting an innocent created thing.   I was also crying for all of the small beings (people as well as birds) throughout the world and throughout time who are lost, alone, and beat up without deserving it.  I cried for children, as well as 61-year-old women, who feel tossed, misunderstood, wrongfully accused, neglected, and unprotected…people who haven’t a chance and have no way of knowing how to get a chance.

I assumed, as I cried, that darkness would take over me; that I would, from this point on, rage against the light and the dark alike…that I would inflict my wrath and indignation over injustice at every turn.  But…that didn’t happen, either.  When I envisioned facing my (possible) ‘dark owner,’ my response was “No.  My God can deliver me but if He does not, I will not worship you nor will I obey your commands…nor will I allow your precepts to influence my behavior.  So there.”

Yeah, I was a little angry.

But, then I was at peace.  I suppose my relatively new habit of releasing whatever and maintaining an open heart has been too well learned.  If, in fact, I have been sold to the devil, I have not been changed into one. I am still inherently kind, loving, and compassionate.  Go figure.

If God, for whatever reason, has allowed the dark side to have its way with me, apparently, I still have free will.  I exercise that free will and still chose to not go that route.  The eternal divine may be allowing me an either/or.  I choose Christ.

 

(I borrowed the image from the internet.  It belongs to CNN.)

Call it ‘Resistance Aikido’

President Trump is intent on busting up bureaucracies and destroying regulations.  Before you protest, think.  Have you ever been hampered by a governmental rule, limit, or regulation when attempting to further your causes?  Although your interests and values may run opposite to Trump’s, you can benefit from his actions and momentum.

Here are some strategies I have recommended to local resistance movements:

When the regulations are dropped, push things through. Don’t wait. In the confusion, much ground can be gained.

Can you benefit from a reduction in ethics rules? For example, government employees are (or were when I was an employee) restricted from accepting fees for public speaking. If similar regulations get dropped, how can you benefit? What have you been prevented from doing because it may be misconstrued as being unethical? Are there people, agencies, or groups you can approach now that were off-limits before? Is there information or other assistance you can get now that was not accessible or was too-classified before?

What benefits, that Trump intends for the wealthiest few, can we get in line for? What about asking the wealthiest few to pass along to the needy what has now been lost. Are there members of the wealthiest 2% that support the weak, disabled, uneducated, marginalized, or poorly tended to? Would the wealthiest tech billionaires consider devoting the money and benefits that they will soon gain, by way of Trump deregulation, to (continue and further) the efforts to provide internet, cell phone, and digital information access to the poorest communities? Has anyone asked them to?

When bureaucracies are busted up, other agencies my be able to address issues (particularly if there is a law stating that said issue must be addressed) without lots of limits yet in place. For example, in the late 1990s and early 2000s, the White House was restricted in what it could put on the internet (long approval processes) but a branch of NOAA had no such restrictions, hence my posting of data and analyses supporting VP Gore’s briefings on climate change. When we lose a government service due to the loss of an agency, try a work around. Ask someone else.

Will limits and restrictions on what is considered a non-profit be reduced or dropped? The ruling that political statements and endorsements cannot be made from a pulpit (because it calls into question a church’s non-profit standing) is going to be, or has been, dropped. Go to it. Start preaching from pulpits. Get church endorsements for legislation or community action. Take up collections for causes during the service. Both sides get to play by the change in rules.

Going back to capital punishment in schools may possibly be addressed. What works when kids act out? Is there a method that really works? Solitude? Time alone with music or inspirational messages? Counseling?  If school prayer is implemented, then try also school meditation. What about proposing teaching kindness as a required subject in schools? What about courses on cooperation and success? When they push pledging allegiance to the flag, make sure they emphasize “with Liberty and Justice for ALL.”

Play their game. Use their changes. Call it ‘Resistance Aikido.’