Maybe One Day, We’ll Finally Get It

In the midst of watching the devastating floods in Texas, I found myself reflecting on how easily we get consumed by petty arguments, social differences, and unnecessary cruelty—especially when life feels easy and comfortable.

In times of peace, when nothing is threatening our lives or homes, we somehow find the time to tear each other apart.

We attack each other over skin color, politics, gender identity, borders, and beliefs—as if we all weren’t just human beings trying to make it through. We forget none of us chose to be born. We didn’t pick our country, our family, or the conditions we entered into. We just got here—on this little rock floating in space—and all any of us is trying to do is survive, heal, and hopefully find a bit of joy along the way.

But when tragedy strikes, something beautiful flickers in us. Suddenly, we remember: we’re not enemies. We’re neighbors. And if we could hold onto that in ordinary times—not just in emergencies—we might actually get somewhere.

Religious or not, it’s worth noting that the power in something like John 3:16 isn’t just in the promise of everlasting life—it’s in the beginning: “For God so loved the world…” The whole world. Not just your denomination. Not just your people. Not just your type. Everyone. That’s the part we skip over when we’re too busy dividing ourselves.

I’ve always believed that each of us carries strengths. But just as true—we all carry weaknesses. The point was never to shame each other for our weak spots. The point was to help each other. My strength might cover your blind spot. And yours might save me from myself. That’s how this was supposed to work.

I know it’s asking a lot. Maybe too much. Some of us are still carrying childhood scars—abandonment, rejection, abuse—and walking around trying to meet standards from fathers who never saw us, or aren’t even here anymore. And we’re bleeding on people who didn’t cut us.

Still… maybe a few of us can choose something better. Maybe a few of us times a thousand can grow something bigger than what hurt us. And maybe—just maybe—it’ll be enough to start tipping the world toward wholeness.

I think about sci-fi sometimes—shows like Star Trek, imagining a future where the whole planet is united. Maybe it’s naïve, but I believe it starts with how we raise our children, how we educate our communities, and how we learn to value one another simply because we’re here.

To the people in Texas: my heart is with you. This isn’t about red states or blue states. This isn’t politics. This is life. And sometimes, life gives us signs—not to punish us, but to wake us up. To remind us that the earth moves. That storms come. And that we are far more capable of surviving the worst when we are unified.

Peace.

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