I just came in from my morning walk.
My devotions led me to this.
I’ve never thought it was a good thing to be dismissive.
And cavalier is just an elevated way of saying the same thing.
They both have to do with not showing proper concern.
Some of us seem a bit dismissive of other folks’ health issues and concerns.
There is concurrently a cavalier attitude about the spiritual hunger many are feeling as their worship experiences are diminished in the most literal sense.
That’s all I want to say about that.
I am way more concerned about us being dismissive of our own physical and spiritual health.
Pressure mounts hourly, daily, weekly as you are bombarded with the prevailing hostility and acrimony.
We find ourselves suffering physically and emotionally and spiritually because we see and hear the most irrational things floating around and masquerading as absolute truths.
It hit me the other day, and I expressed it publicly in a way that isn’t my normal, that folks are going to believe what they are going to believe.
They are going to rationalize a way into their desires as surely as they breathe.
I can’t be dismissive of the people.
But I can sure as humidity in Alabama find a way to turn down the volume on the bull and turn up the attention to the beauty.
Yesterday a simple plea came for help with some food. It was from a friend of yours caring for his terminally ill wife.
In one afternoon of seeing you feed them I was fed in ways that no politician or preacher will ever feed me.
I saw and heard folks beat back their depression and their fear.
I slept so very well because I was not dismissive of the mighty acts of love that so often fly under the radar.
And I wasn’t cavalier about my own need for a better vision.
And maybe cook some peas to share.
As our Friend and I were walking the first cool morning in a LONG time we were talking about how easy it is to get overwhelmed by what we should dismiss and overlook things that make all the difference. He smiled at me the way he does and said…
“I like peas.”