Today, I was up, drinking coffee on my deck before my sunflower fully unfolded and before my naughty little rooster started crowing! Take that, Mr. Big Britches! (He's a beautiful, but tiny, little Cornish chicken...personal size, if you will. Not big enough to feed a family of 7, so he's safe from my oven and he seems to know it.)
I was blessed to spend a really fun evening out with friends in Little Rock last night, and this morning, I'm doing what I usually do: playing back all the conversations and cringing at all the times I wish I'd kept my mouth shut. My sarcastic comments always seem funny at the time, but when looping on replay in my brain, they seem to be a little stupid. Well, what's done is done, and if I didn't run all my friends off, I'll try to be sweeter and less sharp-tongued next time we hang out...though, let's face it, I will probably fail.
I see everything through a Christian world view. (I prefer the label of Believer, over Christian, because of the way the Religious Right has boiled us all down to a political stereotype.) I admit that my bias, my lens, my way of seeing things is based on my understanding of the Jesus I meet in the pages of my bible. The guy who teaches me I should love others because God loved me first and he loves me even when I'm acting the fool, or not making the smartest choices, or not controlling my sarcastic comments. So I try, and more often fail, to love people because God loved them first. And I try, but more often fail, to care for my tiny part of the earth because I believe that's one of the first instructions God gave us...to care for the earth and "be fruitful and multiply". Yep, I've done my part there, too.
So, whatever. It was a decent film. But the best part - isn't this always the best part - was talking it all out with friends afterward. What a blessing to have a group of people to talk to who's thoughts are just enough different than my own to be stimulating, and just enough the same as to not cause disunity. Or, more likely, it's that we all love each other enough to not let different viewpoints cause disunity.
Anyway, the inspiration I walked away with last night was this: social and political movements are important in steering changes in world governments. You should definitely stand up for what you believe in. And you should exercise your right as a United States citizen with freedom of speech to speak up for those who live under more oppressive governments who can't speak for themselves.
But changing political policy, improving world-wide humanitarian efforts, and influencing massive banking structures, all MUST start with the more daunting task of changing how I live my relatively small life each day. (Even when I feel like a tiny little rooster who's all crow and no meal.) Maybe I'm not enough to change the world, but I am enough to change me.
Where am I going to slide my debit card today?
What am I going to eat today?
What am I going to throw away today?
How much fuel am I going to burn today?
Who am I going to love today?