My original choice for today was Clint Cline’s “Sweet Jesus,” which I am going to include at the bottom of this post. I need a little levity and it is a wonderful, slyly funny and irreverent picture.
While I am not any kind of crusader, I see the finger-pointing has already begun in the aftermath of yesterday’s horror. Blame, like anger, is a convenient means of avoiding actual mourning or suffering in the face of the unspeakable.
Roger’s picture reminds us, quietly and simply, of the sorrow and the unimaginable loss that lies, irrevocably waiting, for us beyond any petty construct of blame.
When I was in my late teens, the late sixties, it was a very strange time in Berkeley: riots, paranoia, the apparent collapse of all goodness, combined with eruptions of chaos and the falling of a brooding darkness upon us. Over a period of a year or so, I had a series of vivid end-of-the-world dreams, fueled perhaps by a slightly drug-damaged and, at the time, an overly-sensitive young psyche. If you have ever heard Revolution No. 9 by John Lennon, that is pretty much what was going on in my head every day.
I remember four of the end-of-the-world dreams to this day, over forty years later. In one of them, we, as a country, had gone mad and everybody was just shooting everybody else: pure insanity, true mayhem. In my dream, it was broad daylight and I saw the shooting out in front of where we lived at the time, on Claremont Boulevard, a block and a half from where The THIRD WAVE show is happening right now, a vivid nightmare I’ve carried since those times.
But I ponder what happened yesterday and remember that dream and I think it was no dream, it was prophecy.
Love is patient, Love is kind,
It does not envy, it does not boast,
It is not proud, It is not rude,
It is not self-seeking,
It is not easily angered,
It keeps no record of wrongs.
Love does not delight in evil,
But rejoices with the truth.
Love always protects, always trusts,
Always hopes, always perseveres.
Love bears all things, believes all things,
Hopes all things, endures all things.
Love never ends.
Love never fails.
Corinthians 13 : 4 – 8
I just LOVE Clint’s take on the nativity of Christ. Makes me wonder if anybody ever made a Jesus Pez-dispenser.