The image I have of what I should be is running up against the realities. I want to love and forgive my enemies (and those on the rea$$erter side have made it clear they have chosen to be my enemies), but I just can't stand the bastards. Honestly. They're awful, and don't seem to be able to tell the truth to save their souls (literally). Do I want them out of the church? Yes. Definitely. I've deferred to the popular opinion that we should try to keep them in, but, in the end, I just feel that that's mushy sentimentalism at best, an eye to public opinion at worst. These people have been a truly destructive force. Not only should we let them go, but, surely if there's is ever any justification for excommunication from TEC, the amount of unrepentant damage they've done and vow to continue to do is sufficient. It leads to anger with my allies, as well. Why are we being so nice to these people? We're not doing any kind of service, and I can't possibly see that encouraging people who do spiritual, emotional and ecclesial violence is by any theological justification what Jesus would want us to do. Call liars, liars. Ridiculous statements and positions deserve ridicule. Maybe I'm not liberal enough, but we should NOT allow them to be drawing us into their victim game.
I've come to value Stoic philosophy (the real thing, not the macho crap that we Americans have coopted the name "stoic" for). I ran across this from Marcus Aurelius:
"Say to yourself in the early morning: I shall meet today ungrateful,
violent, treacherous, envious, uncharitable men. All of these things have
come upon them through ignorance of real good and ill... I can neither be
harmed by any of them, for no man will involve me in wrong, nor can I be
angry with my kinsman or hate him; for we have come into the world to work
together..."
That's the outlook I want to cultivate, but surely, surely there is a point at which we have to acknowledge that our "kinsman" is not doing the work and needs a rebuke -- a good solid one, in fact!
The rest, my life conditions of finances, possessions, job, relationships, all are added on top of this existential, this desert, condition, but those I know I can't influence, but changing the attitude to all of them, I can. But how? Where do I find a mentor, a guru, a true spiritual director in this true desert of southwest Georgia, where Greg Griffiths would be seen as a mystical theologian?
In these times, I despair of Mankind, and would happily leave the whole mess to go to the Devil.