Would you mind if I hold you just a little closer tonight?
It’s not that all my previous embraces lacked the conviction of the one for which I ask on this day. Not at all. After all, a hug, a hold should have meaning, no? To exude, to console, to affirm, to protect, even to convey what words simply cannot.
You know what I wish for? What I’m about to write likely will come across as silly, uneducated, far-fetched and illogical as anything I’ve ever expressed to you . . . or anyone else for that matter: I wish God would, for those of us who must live on this earth for the short while that we exist, cast an invisible protective shield around the good- and pure-hearted among us, the void-of-hatred humans among us, the just-want-to-be-our-humanly-best among us.
Not so shielded that our goodness and mercy can’t permeate the fortress and infect others with God’s light. No, not so fortified that our children can’t be touched by the glimmer of humanity that is our only saving grace. Instead, shielded so air-tightly, so impenetrably that harm cannot pierce it, that terrorism cannot break its armor, that hatred cannot transfer itself–ever!
At this point in my life, I can honestly say that I no longer know if ‘good’ will always win out over ‘evil.’ Presumably because so many of us are capable of both. I still like ‘good’s’ odds but, I swear, evil is a heck of an adversary, sometimes seemingly outmaneuvering good at the most critical times when good is so very needed.
My grandfather once told me that people who hate were rarely, if ever, hugged growing up, and their lives unfold contrary to their inner ideal. I can only imagine the number of times a terrorist was hugged.
Of course I realize it’s not a cure-all, a hug. Naive though I sometimes am, I understand the frailty of humanness, the vulnerability in humanity. We’re all vulnerable.
Only love can conquer hate? Gosh, angel, I admit I don’t know anymore. I mean, in order to love, shouldn’t people ‘want’ to love? Maybe it’s losing its luster. Man, hate sure seems like it’s winning.
Which is why that shield, to my own naive mind, is so very needed. The haters appear to be the growth population, the demographic on serious lurch. Dwindling appears to be the love-capable.
We’re vulnerable, my angel. Now more than ever.
I’m certain others would promptly laugh at my ‘shield’ wish. But is it truly such an odd, naive prayer? If so, I won’t share it with anyone else. I’ll keep it between myself and my Heavenly Father.
But for good measure, allow me to shield you tonight, in my arms. I wanna hold you just a little closer. And share with you a prayer for the nine God-revering souls who lost their lives in Charleston, and their families.
I want to hug and hold an angel tonight.
It’s Pamper-Her-Friday. God help us all.
Pamper the world . . . for humanity’s sake. -Rg2
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