The Least of These



I didn’t vote for Trump, my husband did. I tried to show him; did my best to make him see. The manipulation and slow build of beliefs, spoon fed to him by a never-ending deluge of one-sided opinions. The talking heads, feeding my husband an epic line of bullshit, day in and day out. He listened to that nonsense for years leading up to our most recent election. I watched his demeanor and attitude change – consuming himself with the nonsense he had been served. Thoughts turning dark and angry – anger at President Obama, our government, our country. Anger and resentment balled into an energy that would lead him to believe, Trump could make America great again. Somehow, this egomaniac, misogynistic, pig of a man was going to save us. Distraction politics and micro filtering of news led him here – from a man who had no political ties or views to a man who believed the fight could be won in Trump’s court.

I don’t pretend to have the answers, nor do I pretend to be highly political in any way. I have been a silent spectator for most of my life – always aware and ever present. Forming my opinions in the proper time and space. Rarely feeling the need to share – as politics raise tempers and I’d rather not. But the truth is; I have, plenty to say and I say it every day… spending time with my 20-year old son. Teaching him to be present and pay attention. Not to allow the talking heads to feed or influence his thoughts, views, or actions in any way. Discussing exactly what is wrong with our country (and what is right) – now and throughout our history. Seeking answers to wrong turns made from President to President. These times we’re living in; they’re not knew – they’re not drastically different from other moments in time. These times are simply unfamiliar to most of us.


Perspective. Influence. Voice. These are the things I share with, and teach my son. Realizing the best lessons in life are learned from the driver seat of your own choosing. Not one you’ve been placed in by tricksters and gangsters. We deliberate over the true meaning of life – what our true purpose is. Not just ours personally but also “ours” as a culture. Everyone is looking for answers – within as much as outside themselves. As if the answers are hidden. Secret. Untouchable. Unlockable. The sad truth is; the answer has been at our fingertips the entire time. Yet, we dig and dig; speculate and argue; banish and fight – for what? For what greater purpose do we exhaust our energy on such foolery?

Life was never meant to be as complicated as we insist on making it.

Forever toiling.

Seeking without appreciating the view.

Asking without listening.

Hearing but discouraged by the sound.

Seeing without understanding.

Feeling without acknowledgment.

Forever Oblivious.

The Answer

The answer? Stop seeking answers and simply love. I’m not trying to be cheesy or whimsical – I’m serious. We spend a disgusting amount of time and energy chasing the American Dream – a promise sold to us in the form of propaganda. The American Dream finances wars and divides our country. Always has – always will. No, I do not believe the answers lie in allowing people to live off hand-outs for a lifetime but also do not agree with the ever-growing chasm between “The Royals” of this country – our Billionaire Boys Club, and the working-class America I was born into. The America that lives paycheck to paycheck; killing themselves through hard-work and 60-hour work weeks. Taken advantage of at every turn. Spit on. Shit on. Stolen from. All to line the pockets of those who look down their noses at us. But I digress.

If “we” as individuals and then as a collective whole, would simply step back from it all. Stop competing. Stop taking and taking. Stop giving and giving. Seek balance. Find answers in the calmness of understanding. Stop the narcissistic screams of “me, me, me” and “mine, mine, mine” and embrace one another. Let it go. All of it. Stop insisting that we all understand. Politics. Race issues. Gender issues. Women’s issues. Life issues. On and on and on – the constant chatter of “listen to me,” an insistent nag. Stop focusing on “ME” and start focusing on “WE.” If you think life is bad – really… remove yourself from your bubble and dive head-first into the bubble of another. Dip your toes into the water. See what it’s like to live the life of someone who has truly seen the worst that life has to offer. I DARE YOU!


And even then – You will not, cannot – get it! Because you can never understand what another person has been through. As individuals, we can only comprehend what we have been through personally. Circumstances often seem similar from person to person but without a doubt, the struggle differs. Our emotions. Our responses. Our history. Our now. It all differs – tiny particles of energy, floating around similar and different all at once. Slamming into one another without notice or expectation. Rather than focusing our exquisite energies on our own wants and needs, we should extinguish our narcissism and embrace the energy of love and understanding. Do it, not because you’re rolling over or giving-in but because you are a shining light – a glorious example of what our world – our country was meant to look like. All shades of life – embracing one another in true and honest LOVE.

“Then the King will say to those on his right, ‘Come, you who are blessed by my Father; take your inheritance, the kingdom prepared for you since the creation of the world. For I was hungry and you gave me something to eat, I was thirsty and you gave me something to drink, I was a stranger and you invited me in, I needed clothes and you clothed me, I was sick and you looked after me, I was in prison and you came to visit me. 

“Then the righteous will answer him, ‘Lord, when did we see you hungry and feed you, or thirsty and give you something to drink? When did we see you a stranger and invite you in, or needing clothes and clothe you? When did we see you sick or in prison and go to visit you?’ 

“The King will reply, ‘Truly I tell you, whatever you did for one of the least of these brothers and sisters of mine, you did for me.’ Matthew 25:34-40 



Photo by Michael Heuser

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