I’ve been thinking about our understandable despair a lot lately. Let’s reframe:
My outrage at systemic violence and calamity is an extension of my love and joy. But I *live* rooted in love and joy.
This joyful life is the best apocalypse I’ve ever had. And that’s why I will always fight for it.
I knew a guy in Guatemala who worked at an HIV treatment center/hospice & part of his job was being with people when they died. He talked about being a difficult but profound ministry. I think a lot of us have learned to view joy as an escape from empathy bc true empathy brings heartache.
