Who Are We?

I just finished watching The Kingdom and I have to admit that it had a profound affect on me. It got me thinking about the world we live in today and made me ask the question; Who are we?

All over the globe, are we not simply brothers, sisters, mothers, daughters, sons, fathers, and friends? Are we really so different from those we don't fully understand? Why should I hate a man in Iran who is Muslim? He is a father just like my father. He wants to see his children live to their full potential just like mine. He wants them to be safe and laugh and sing and fall in love.

Why should I hate someone in my own country simply because they choose to be with someone that is the same sex? Are they not simply in love just like I am in love with my wife? Why should I deny them the same happiness I would hope and pray that my best friend might find?

It makes my heart heavy, and my eyes swell with tears that we have become such a miopic world, where we cannot simply love no matter creed, color, religion, sex, or belief. I wish, hope, and pray for a better world than the one I live in now. I pray for my unborn children and for those already on this earth. I am not perfect and contribute to the problem more than I help, but I PRAY WITH ALL MY BEING IN THE IMMACULATE NAME OF JESUS THAT WE WAKE UP AND ASK; WHO ARE WE THAT WE CANNOT LOVE AS HE COMMANDED?!?!

As for me, I will try. I. Will. Succeed.

Sunflower

Sunflower

I see you peeking at me from in between the rows of sunflowers, but you pretend as if you don’t see me. I’m calling out your pet names in an attempt to hear that childlike giggle you have when you can feel my love in a tangible, unspeakable sense.

“You’re never gonna catch me!!!” You scream as you dash behind me.

“Rrraaaaaaaaa!” I yell back as I chase after you. Then your wild look back at me catches stuns me to the point that I to literally trip and fall.

I pick myself up to your laughing heart, laughing eyes, and laughing soul. My pride is wounded and I sulk just enough so that you lean in and say,

“Oooohhhhh poor baby,” in your soothing, slightly seductive tones.

My head fills with scenes of your looks and smiles and how I still haven’t even seen the true essence of your beauty, but I am excited by the thought that I have a lifetime to find it.

Bright light, darkness with hints of red, blue, and green, again bright light, fuzzy soft shapes and tones like my favorite childhood blanket, and suddenly, your familiar caress across my cheek, slowly I awaken. I am still drunk from the vivid stream thoughts and images connected with my dream when the sun bursts through the blinds just right and creates a glow around your messy, fiery hair and illuminates you to the point I think I am still dreaming. Then I realize that’s what this life with you is, a dream, and I still chasing you my sunflower.