Sometimes we fall in love with our own point of view.

Love can be blind.

I was struck with the power of that first statement when the second one popped into my head.  I have tried for weeks to write what they mean to me but to no avail.

I think it is because I FEEL it so deeply that words just don't do it.

Then yesterday I watched what happened on a baseball field to people who work in our nation's capitol and I SAW what the words above LOOK like...

...and my heart broke for us all.

Again.

I do not want Republicans to be hurt.  I do not want Democrats to be hurt.  I do not want ANYONE to be hurt.

But that is what happened at the hands of what I believe was a sick mind. I will not try to make sense of that mind. Probably because I never see a broken person without thinking of my own father when he raged while he was dying. Odd as it sounds, I am always grateful that he did not take more than his own life.

Because he WAS blinded by his own point of view and the result was profoundly painful.

Sitting in our own and only our own perspective does not always bring death and destruction, to be sure, but it seldom brings light and life....most often, it brings us to a standstill, to nothingness!

And that worries me. Alot. At this stage in my life, I DO have viewpoints that are borne of long, deep living and I value them but I NEVER want to 'fall in love' with my own point of view so much that I become blind to others. (I cling to the belief that most of you who come here to this little blog feel similarly).

THAT very belief is why those words struck me so deeply.  I do not believe we are meant to fall in love with viewpoints because it is PEOPLE we are to love.

When points of view blind us to the value of persons, we ALL lose.

Especially our children.

Our children who are NOT blind.

Our children who ARE watching.