Last night, grinding my teeth in bed, I ran through a list of the current administration’s Folie imposée–it’s a long list and I won’t go over it. Sensible people know our government is on fire.
I thought then about tenderness. I thought about how to keep it, nurture it, share it.
Don’t get me wrong. Although I’m Episcopalian I don’t demand anything from others. Really.
So my soul, which has wings for the moment it leaves the cocoon, well, it requires care and feeding. One of the nutrients needed is tenderness–gentleness, kindness, affection for others, especially strangers.
I just bought a baseball cap which says “Be Kind” and I intend to wear it when teaching next week at Syracuse University.
“For I was hungry and you gave me food, I was thirsty and you gave me drink, I was a stranger and you welcomed me, I was naked and you clothed me, I was sick and you visited me, I was in prison and you came to me.’ … ‘Truly, I say to you, as you did it to one of the least of these my brothers, you did it to me.’”
–Matthew 25:35-40
You see, inside tenderness is more tenderness.
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