I cannot shout about morality, ethics, or social justice anymore. People smarter, more eloquent, and with larger platforms have already said everything I would say. I lost my voice from shouting justice in 2020 and 2021, and I have not found it again.

I know many people are rightly worried about what our nation and our world will look like in a day, a week, a month, a year, but, again, I have no voice to add to that or really any voice at all. The lines are drawn, the divisions are made, and I cannot say anything that will do anything to bend the moral arc of the universe toward justice even a millionth of a degree.

I can only admonish you to love your neighbors as yourself.

If you can argue that someone is unworthy of your love or worthy of your judgment and contempt, you are not loving your neighbor as yourself. If you can argue someone deserves to suffer and struggle because they make you uncomfortable, you are not loving your neighbor as yourself. If you can argue that God will condemn someone, and that someone is not you yourself, you are not loving your neighbor as yourself.*

We can argue and go round circles about this justice issue or that, we can yell at each other for not saying enough or saying too much or being too silent or centering our voices too much, we can debate ethics and morality and justice issues until the end of eternity, and we can weaponize quotes from Elie Wiesel and Martin Luther King, Jr. against each other, but it is all a clanging cymbal if we do not care solely about love. Period.

If you have contempt for another, if you celebrate the suffering of another, if you condemn another, you do not love.

Period.

Love is universal and available to all, not just those you think need or deserve it more.

I’m tired, so I cannot speak to national politics or Executive Orders or the GOP and DNC; I can only speak to where I am and what I directly deal with for a while.

If that’s not good enough, then I’m the couple at the Wedding at Cana who only brought the cheap wine, and did not bring enough, but they brought what they could. Hopefully Jesus will bring good wine to cover my inadequacy.

I love you. I love you. I love you.

Peace,
– Robby

* If you can argue God will condemn you, tell me so I can give you a huge and cry with you. God is Love, and God calls us to love all of God’s children, yourself included.