After sharing about the woes the year had brought me, my beloved professor looked me dead in the eye and asked me, “Bethany, what are you most proud of from this last year?”
It is Mothers Day, May 8th, 2016. I am sitting on my couch in my underwear, drinking ginger peach green tea, with a sore throat and an exhausted heart. Since Mothers Day last year, my mom and I have been through a lot together, and sometimes I’m truly amazed we’re both still standing.
Yet the bishop’s words rang through the cathedral: being people of the resurrection means that we see, or at least strive to see, the image of God, the image of our Creator, the just and forgiving Lord, in our enemies, in those who hate us. I not only heard this preached in church, I saw it lived in the lives of the Palestinians I met.
I have a very well-formulated tirade against the culture of blogging – the false community it “cultivates,” the “look-at-me” attitude it encourages, and especially the fact that not everyone’s thoughts and opinions really are worth publishing to the whole world. So, here I am, writing a silly blog about how much I hate blogs. Why did I give in?