It's Complicated

That explanation is quite popular.  It apparently gets one out of having to explain the why of something.  Like a relationship.  Or a political position.  Or not liking Aunt Whomever.  Whoever?  I don't know.  Don't care.  It's complicated.

Lately I have been searching out scholarly papers from respectable scholars to describe in detail why someone would hold a social democrat's political position.  I would like to be able to explain myself better than the above two words.  What it comes to in the end for me is this:  I can only bear to live in the Presence of the One I call God if I share whatever I have been given.  My time, my attention, my love, my stuff....

I can only continue in existence in this world as it presently exists if I can understand people who are afraid or angry or both.  If I can love such people with all my heart, I can talk and listen with them without judging them.  Without needing to bludgeon them into another position. Without Having To Win.

It is deeply un-American not to want to win.  It apparently comes across as weakness.  As being a "snowflake" or a "pussy" -- the latter of which is personally offensive to me as a long-time feminist.  See, Vagina Monologues. 

Call me what you will, I am required by my love of God, by the Love God bears me, as well as by the constant revelation God makes of God's self through You, yes, You, to love you whether you like it or not.  Whether I like it or not.  And sometimes I fail to like it.  I regret that.  I wish I were holier than I am.  Fortunately for me, and for you, God continues in existence and continues to be holy, inhabiting all of us with that holiness, or wholeness, if you prefer that word. 

Whether the universe is headed f or a big crunch or a big bang, or just a quiet whimper, God is.  The One Who loves me has pursued me all of my life, and I will never turn my back on that One.  I love you God.  I love all of you.  Each of you.  Be happy.  You deserve to be happy, joyous and free! 

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