The Road
Our late departed Vice says we’re not as safe now as we were when he was carrying the water.
I guess safety is often a matter of how certain of us feel about others of us. Some people just don’t like some people, and they don’t especially care what happens to them, will even plot their demise if neccessary. Trust is two-edged. One can trust ill-will from others or one can trust good-will. Experience shapes and defines whatever kind.
It’s not exactly the way Jesus did it, but as it turned out, he was never all that safe, himself. Time has proven, though, that as a way of managing things, diplomacy beats war if for no other reason that it’s certainly not necessary that anybody dies.
So this season, we’re off on the road to Advent. Maybe it would make a good Hope and Crosby road movie. Heaven knows Pentecost’s long and often tedious and probably safe enough to get us there, one prayer at a time.