There is nothing like the shocking surprise of taking a plastic dinosaur to the skull while you’re playing with your toddler. Dino Doctor. That’s the ironic given name of the pink velociraptor toy introduced to my noggin, curtesy our two year-old.
Painful as playing with toy dinosaurs can be, I wish life was more like the dino battles I have with my kid. The plastic toys take turns winning battles against each other, and get back up immediately after defeat. Their damage is pretend, impermanent, and it lasts no longer than the present moment.
Not so with the rest of life. Our world is broken. This season has been wrought by sickness, political deceit, information warfare, and more journalistic fear mongering than I know I’ve ever had to deal with.
On top of all those things that have become part of our “new normal,” it’s been disturbing to watch so much pain unfold this week in Minneapolis, Columbus, and in other major cities around the country. Murder is a horrid crime. Violence and destruction in any form, but especially against our own neighbors, is a devastating and foolish reaction. Both are condemnable, the embodiment of total depravity. No one should ever have to lose a family member to a violent crime, and neither peaceful protestors, nor those on the receiving end of rioters’ destruction should have to experience the pain and hurt they’re going through.
I can’t comprehend the pain many are feeling, but I’m praying for all the families that have been and will be affected, for the hearts of those who are in agony, and for tangible forward progress that leaves our society a better place where everyone is treated with the dignity and respect they deserve.
Stay safe, fam. Treat each other with the love you want to see embodied in our children, and in the rest of society. God bless.