PERSIST, PERSEVERE, AND PRESS ON

Outrage, wrath and hurtful venom are not enough. They feed on themselves and grow into ugly winding vines which cling, clog, and cause catastrophe. Yet if we don’t yell and stomp and punch our fists into walls how can we get rid of the ugly stomach-chewing- fury which claws at our insides?

We write paragraphs like the one above.

We go into the Temple and throw over some tables.

We ask questions: How can the sincerity, kindness, and decency we have observed be trampled by revenge and mean spiritedness? Why can’t honest mistakes be forgiven instead of engorged into criminal acts?

And then we go on. We pray. We hold onto to each other. We huddle against the tempest. We persist until we can at least see random rays of goodness and truth shining forth, melting demented demands: too late to destroy all their ugliness, but never too late for us to press on out of the savage storm.