redouble re·dou·ble | \ rē-ˈdə-bəl \ v. 1. make or become greater greater, more intense, or more numerous; make twice as great in size or amount. we will redouble our efforts. 2. a. (obsolete) to echo back. b. (archaic) repeat.
dear people, these are our marching orders. and we do need redouble today. redouble. quadridouble. centidouble. be fruitful and fruitful and multiply.
be kind and kinder. be fierce in your kindness. unclench your fists, resist the urge to punch at the walls. rise above the lowest common denominator. set a new holier bar.
as i dipped into silence this morning, stared out the window at the blessed quiet of this snowfallen morning, where only the cardinal and a few of his acolyte sparrows are animating the tableau, i thought of what this day will bring, what this weekend might be steeped in. i remembered that we are a nation of vitriol at this too-long moment in time. i remembered how crushed we might feel, and how in times of feeling the hard boot heel of history pressing against the breakable bones of our ribcage, the prewired instinct might be to fight back. to wield weapons in kind.
so this is an appeal to resist and redouble. to not knock down vitriol with more vitriol. to put our faith in the longer game. to rustle up every voter you know. to drive them to the polls. bring a bundt cake for good measure. try to believe that goodness might once reign again. that we can be rinsed of this age of disregard, of indecency, of school-lot bullying. in the meantime, write a thank you note. call up the white-domed Capitol, and ask for whoever it is you want to pat on the back. tell them in no uncertain terms what a hero they are. and how you are so eternally grateful. how you hope your kids grow up to be half the hero they are. how they filled you with hope, watching, listening. how contagious their courage was and will be. how you promise you’ll pay it forward, the courage you saw in the face of unthinkable pressure.
there’s an expression–kill ’em with kindness; i say melt ’em. melt ’em with kindness in the hours ahead. try to make sense, and let your simple acts of kindness be your foot in the door. even with tears in your eyes.
there are corners of the world, not far from our very front doors, where mercy is needed. be merciful. seek out the ones who have no one to turn to. be the face of kindness, be kindness in the flesh. listen to those who are talking into the wind. be the short burst, the certain burst, of goodness dropped from the heavens. we’re all born fully equipped. God gave us two arms so one could reach out while the other held tight. redouble your kindness. redouble your hope.
be the instrument of peace. clear a path in your world and pave it with act upon act of tenderest mercy.
some days, some moments in time, it’s our only hope.
how will you redouble your kindness today?
I, too, was sitting in the silence in my prayer chair not too long ago with a very, very heavy heart. The lack of sunshine both inside and out has almost been too much to hold. I am desperately looking in every direction for something to bring some hope into my corner of the world. Your invitation is accepted! I am going to try with all my heart to redouble with kindness as often as I can today and moving forward. Thank you and here’s hoping for a miracle!
Yes. Reposting this. Amen. Thank you.
not sure if it came through funky on your end — there was a gremlin in the post this morning, and the first time i hit publish it came through in teeny barely-readable letters. i think i fixed it. hope i did. anyway, thank you for being a kindred spirit. xoxoxox
To step back is not to retreat…sometimes the better part of valor…to make the determination that retort is often an exchange of ignorance…and that a silent prayer for the keepers of the vitriol can dissipate the malice they project and ease one’s soul…. let us wake up to the realization that we are all on this journey together, shoring up one another and the wiser among us taking on the mantle of guide in the best direction. Blessed weekend
let us wake up to that sense of our interconnected wholeness, and let us whisper, always, that silent prayer….
blessed weekend, indeed.
I am with you in gentle resistance. ❤
the soldiers of gentle resistance, a merry band armed with a quiver sure to melt the crustiest of hearts. or so we intend…..xoxoxoxox