This girl I never knew. If it weren’t for the photos and the notes, the journal entries and copies of thoughts, I would never have known she existed.
I walk where she walked, where she would still be walking, surrounded by her friends, not mine. A life that still looks the same a week later only with a missing smile, an absent joke, a hollow wind where a comment would be.
Selfish. I recognize the right to waste your own life, but this ignorant and self-seeking free radical breaks into the healthy and rips out the soul of the machine. We consider life so insignificant, fragile, inconsequential. Take community so lightly that selfish hate can push a bullet through someone’s heart, through the heart of a family, through the soul of a friend. What selfishness do we cultivate that could allow one so closely connected with our churches to manipulate our faithfulness, love, passivism? America, I hold you at the stake with blame mounting around your attitudes and individualism.
I can’t help but think this should change the way church is practiced, life is carried from thought to reality, and faith is made active. I don’t want to remain unchanged.
Passivism is not the same as passivity.
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