I’ve remained fairly quiet about politics for the last several years. Oh, if you read everything I write, I’m transparent enough. But I haven’t been one to post politically on Facebook or share favorite memes on Instagram. I admire those who do– it simply hasn’t felt right for me.
In fact, at times, when I was producing videos and websites where so many women contributed their voice, I thought I was acting cowardly (yes, if you follow those links, I just outed myself big time. Some of you hate me now, sorry).
I talked to one of my outspoken friends about it, and she advised me, “Stay quiet for now. You’ll know when to speak up.”
And it’s now.
Ever since summer, I’ve had the nagging prompting to write about unity, finding common ground, treating each other with more civility and kindness. And those may sound like sweet, easy topics, but I’m learning unity and peace are extremely controversial.
Still, I know it’s what I’m meant to do. Not for myself, but because God commanded us to love each other. I published three things in the last week and lost hundreds of friends and followers. But I know I wrote with kindness and love; I know I’m supposed to keep writing.
Here’s the quandary for writers– whenever I sit down to write something my brain says,
“There are so many people writing. No one needs to hear from you,”
“Nothing you say will make any difference to anyone.”
“You’re going to submit that to the Deseret News? Do you just love hate mail?”
“Maybe you should do something useful like clean the playroom.”
And so, the playroom gets cleaned and the words remain stuck.
Here’s the truth– 99% of what I write really doesn’t matter or help anyone or do any good, But once in a while, I stumble upon an essay or a project where I realize I’m the only person who could have done it and it DOES MATTER to a few people.
I’m OK with those odds.
This year, I’m publishing something about peace, unity, finding common ground, etc, once a week. Some weeks in my local newspapers, online LDS magazines, today.com and elsewhere. Who knows, right?
I don’t know where I’m going with this. I don’t anticipate any personal benefit. In truth, I’m afraid. Still, I can build my parachute on the way down.
Let’s face it. After a year like this, after four (almost five) years of the most extreme political divisions our country has seen (and those divisions have spread all over the world and into families and churches and businesses) a lot of people are too hurt and angry to even think about unity.
And I get it. I really do. Turns out I have a lot to say. Here’s my first three, I have a dozen more planned, ideas for a podcast called ‘Common Ground’ and more. Let me know if you have any ideas.
Sending you love. Even if you disagree with me.