Dig up those skeletons and watch the bones scatter. Lift up heavy carpets and see the heavenly light.
Dig up those skeletons and watch the bones scatter.
Lift up heavy carpets and see the heavenly light.
Families who don’t deal, feel the tension of unresolved issues, even down through the next generation. Young people will instinctively know not to speak to Aunt Jane or Uncle Bob, but they won’t know why. They’ll simply follow the unwritten rules set down by the ones that came before.
Relationships that might make all the difference are not even allowed to flourish. Why? Because Aunt Jane couldn’t come to Cousin Jennie’s party, or Bob and his brother were estranged after some childhood squabble.
If families won’t work things out, then why should nations?
One must be willing to jump out of the comfortable place that was padded in battle so long ago. One must look under the carpets where every sooty speck of conflict has been swept and stockpiled.
It’s not a simple task. Perhaps no one else will want to share this kind-hearted attempt at more sanitary conditions and much needed sanity. Perhaps it’s taken far too long and now the pile is so high that even an industrial strength vacuum cleaner couldn’t make a dent in the dirt.
What if, just for argument’s sake, one person started from ground zero?
Oh, but for that one brave soul who makes the difficult decision to step up and say, “I’m willing to break all boundaries. I’m willing to believe.”