Words Matter Part 2 of 2

I’m thinking that I’ll just wrap up the 3 remaining lines that are hanging out there from the original article called Post-it Ponderings.  Says a strong ego, "I know you've been patiently waiting for this!"

“On the other side of fear, is freedom.
On the other side of hate, there’s love.
Just pray you’ll make it home.”

We’re all afraid.  It seems evident that our fears brandish hate as a tool.  And by itself prayer won’t allow us to make it home.  We can’t leave behind the pain of Holy Week for the glory of Easter if we refuse to listen. This upcoming week is an appropriate time to consider where we are and where we want to be.

I thought a few examples might help us make some sense of the leftover lines.

Exposed

It is difficult to listen to the news, talk with others, or even watch a sermon without being reminded of  “THE Anniversary”.  We are all aware that it has been one year since Covid-19 was declared a pandemic.

Alright but here's something to celebrate. “Happy Spring, everybody!”.

It could be only the spring of 2021.  It could also be the spring that marks the 'beginning-of-the-end' for this virus (heavy on maybe). 

Spring is a time of renewal.  It means that the long dark nights of bitter cold are giving way to the apple blossoms of Washington D.C. (someday I’ll see them).  Around here, we’re hearing of winter giving way to Brood X, the once every 17 years Cicada invasion.  You’ll probably hear more about this in future articles.  Just to clear the air, the pun is intended.

Words Matter: Part 1 of TBD

If you read last week's article, you'll remember that I offered no answers to the 'elusive lyrics' that were presented. During the week, I planned to reflect on each lyric starting with "On the dark side of good, there's evil".

I was stuck on that first line all week.  Every so often, I'd open a word document and jot down thoughts as the week unfolded.  I'm beginning to think that those four cryptic lines might evolve into a series of articles.  Then again, perhaps not.

Doing good is well, always good, right? The more I think about it, the more this theory seems to be false. I will start with a simple example.

Post-it Ponderings

This week is over.  Thank you, God!

When the work-week is particularly long or frustrating, I will sometimes lose the ambition to write. I am tempted to say, "Forget it this week."  Sometime later, however, a semblance of resolve can be found.  Even then, my heart might not be in it as much as I'd like.

So here we are then!