“Obama is a communist.”
“Republicans hate women.”
“Your brother got cancer from drinking Coke.”
These are actual things that real people said to me during the past week. Each statement was delivered as fact. With firm, fist-pounding-on-table certainty. With an absolute conviction which entertained no room for doubt or argument against the shining purity of its certaineous certaintude.
Me? I envy that assurance. When I was younger I was sure of all sorts of things. As I’ve gotten older, however, I’ve come to know just how little I know.
For example, I don’t believe the President is a communist just because he wants the poorest in our country to share in its riches. I don’t believe Republicans hate women because they think we should protect unborn babies. And I don’t believe my brother, Bill, gave himself cancer of the tongue because he drank too many carbonated beverages.
Here’s what I’m left with at this stage of life:
– A few (very few) “knows”
– A smorgasbord of “believes”
– A bottomless supply of “hopes”
I know that there is a God. I believe that He cares for us. I hope that someday His plan for all of this will be made clear. In the meantime, maybe I…maybe all of us…should try to keep an open mind and an open heart. Just a little open.
But what do I know.