Yeats once said, "the best lack all conviction, while the worst are full of passionate intensity." That phrase has always haunted me. I have stood by Yeats grave which stands at the base of the marvelous Benbulben mountain in Sligo, Ireland, and recited the whole poem that phrase came from... it was that important to me to go there and do that...such truth, such sad truth.
Faithfulness, where has that gone? Is it boring to be full of faith unless you have a gun in hand and a bomb in place? How misguided are those who think that God is pleased with such violence and hatred.
We are so parochial. We see life all around us, plants, trees, grass, animals and people, and we think, ho hum...but listen to this, all life is rare in the cosmos. There is no life anywhere else in our own solar system, unless it is some microbe under the ice on one of Saturn's moons. There is no detectable life as far as our scientific instruments can discern. No one has responded to our continual SETI transmissions into space...
Life is not only rare but distinct. To not appreciate God's creation of life here on earth is arrogant and small minded.
To not be able to work together as people on earth must kill the heart of God. We see such differences, while in reality those differences are very, very small.
May faith make a comeback in, as Yeats says, "the best..." those all over this beautiful world who seek reconciliation and peace.