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Sometimes it doesn’t matter.
Sometimes a little piece of insignificance can float through the air and blow away into the distance.
Sometimes a duck can quack and the pond remains serene.
Sometimes a hip-hop rock star, can appear on a late-night talk show and giggle about smoking the “herb” and a young human listening, who is confused about choices, will not end up crushed by the burden of drug abuse.
Sometimes a climate of “prayer and scare religion” can preach its message of doom, with the glory of heaven to follow, and no one gets hurt, no one is lost and no one is perplexed to the point of agnosticism.
Sometimes careless conversations of overwrought self-esteem can be voiced in our culture without human beings feeling entitled to gifts and opportunities beyond their scope.
Sometimes the gridlock of Washington, D.C. is just fodder for the 24-hour news cycle and doesn’t affect the single mother or father desperately trying to put food on the table for their young’uns.
Sometimes a mother can drink her glass of wine or a father his mug of beer and the children of the household will grow up without any dependence on alcohol.
Sometimes a religious system that preaches more of heaven than God’s will being done on earth can hide behind its ritual without feeling the responsibility for the vacancy left in the hearts of those who have heard the empty message.
Sometimes young girls can go to movies and see women exploited, raped, beaten, cursed and marginalized and still grow up to be dynamic forces of nature.
Sometimes a young woman who is addicted, frustrated, lonely and drained of hope turns out to be just fine and survives her turmoil and presses on.
Sometimes fairy tales come true. At least that’s what we’re told.
But not today.
Today a young child of God has died because of too much and too little:
- Too much religion and too little reality.
- Too much laughter about drugs and too little knowledge of what they can do to the paper-thin persona of a human being.
- Too much hypocrisy and too little truthful repentance.
- Too much of a notion that women are sex objects and too little value of their worth as humans.
- Too much of everything that deceives and too little of the nuggets of truth that enlighten.
She’s dead.
I knew her as a small child and helped out her family the best I could from my wallet. But not from my time. For you see, sometimes it’s all right to free ourselves from any responsibility or guilt, but most of the time, it’s just a cop-out.
So sometimes it’s important that we rededicate ourselves to the notion that there is nothing wrong with beleiving we should do more, even if sometimes it points out the fact that in this particular case, we didn’t do enough.
Sometimes we need more than just what is available.
She did. She deserved more.
So to a religion and culture that loves to expound on all sorts of irrelevant information, let me tell you that there are casualties to your casual approach.
She died today. She died of too much and too little.
By the grace of God, may she be the last.
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