Praying for us to keep lurching forward…
Photo courtesy of Paul Doherty
Friday was sunny and chill, a day for cozying, a day I played hooky from the bookstore, wanting a moment to recharge, shake off the dust, clear cobwebs from my brain, all those things we use weekends for though whatever “weekends” I get are usually weekdays, when things are quieter.
And it is quieter now, as we have seen the summer crowds evaporate. There are a few intrepid souls who vacation here, when it’s quieter, when they can walk the beach and be alone, enjoy the silence and the lack of crowds.
For twenty years, once a quarter, I have had lunch with my friend David, who lives in New York. Now I’m on the Vineyard, we do it by zoom, a practice that grew organically until now it seems a tradition. We catch up, talk of cabbages and kings, of presidents past and present, his children, our work, life, and the wars that rack our world. I am always more when we finish our conversation.
We hurtle toward the holidays, Thanksgiving is soon upon us, then the gifting holidays, Christmas, Hanukkah, Kwanzaa, suddenly the year is rushing to a close. I’ll blink and 2023 will have come and gone. I am staggered.
In October, I started a Letter from the Vineyard and was stopped cold when Hamas swooped into Israel, bringing death, destruction, horror with them, retreating back to Gaza with hostages. Israel has attacked back, instinctively, understandably outraged at what has been called Israel’s 9/11.
There were no words to flow from my fingertips onto the page, left speechless, much as I was in the first days after 9/11 when I wandered New York, unsure about anything.
It was an awful attack, possibly triggered by the movement of some Arab countries to normalize relations with Israel, an effort now gone off the rails.
And there seems no good way to talk about this. The attack was horrific, the response has been ferocious. Feelings both for and against Israel have exploded, wracking conversations nearly as much as our own fraught politics, reaching a level of polarization I’m not sure we’ve seen since the Civil War.
Antisemitism is climbing both in this country and Europe, probably all over the world. It frightens me. In Europe, in particular, it is anguishing as there was once, still in living memory for a few, a concerted effort to eradicate Jews. Anti-Muslim feelings have risen as they have against any Arabs.
After Kevin McCarthy was ousted as Speaker of the House, something which is in itself historic, we lived for three weeks without a Speaker, which paralyzed the House of Representatives at a time the world was in crisis.
Now there is a Speaker, Mike Johnson, who no one seemed to know much about, which helped him get elected. Now we know things about him and, well, I am just a little terrified by the man.
He is very…fundamental…
He’s been painted in some reports as a “Christian Nationalist,” which I suspect he just might be, believing this country is meant to be a “Christian” country, with “Christian” being defined in a way that is not, to me, very Christ like.
He is very anti-LGBTQ+, is a strong Trump supporter, a key player in efforts to keep the former president in office, rails against the prosecution of the former president, supports Israel, wants to quit helping Ukraine, is anti-abortion, doubts climate change, is in a “covenant marriage,” which makes divorce more difficult though I’m not sure I actually understand all the ramifications [though it sounds to me something out of Margaret Atwood’s “The Handmaid’s Tale”].
These are the times when I pick up Jill Lepore’s “These Truths: A History of the United States,” as I can open it to almost any page and discover we’ve always been pretty crazy and while all of us think this is the craziest time ever, we’ve had other crazy times and somehow managed to lurch forward.
I pray we continue to lurch forward.