Just a Drop

We have just come through another very frigid night. The furnace chugged away, doing its job without fail, so that Mist Cottage remained comfortably warm while we slept.

I am sitting in my easy chair, in a pool of sunshine. How glorious it is. It is Friday, and Attila will be very glad to see the end of this work week. The weather people say that by Saturday the temperature will rise above freezing. Such a contrast in the weather from one day to the next!

This morning I read a very interesting article about slavery in Canada, historical in nature, including the enslavement of both aboriginal and black individuals. The details were new to me, but I was not surprised in the least that a great many prominent Canadian historical figures, people wielding power in governments, and having affluence to protect, supported slavery. The article asserts that when the investment in human flesh offered tenuous returns, the practice of slavery declined. The article also asserted that it was the activities of humanely oriented individuals that eventually eroded the profitability of slavery, weakening its hold on economic infrastructures. Some humane people did what they could, when they could, and eventually the scattered drops that fell from their efforts became a river.

I watched a vlog the other day, where a woman who crochets described a derogatory comment made to her about her hobby, by a woman who knits, and felt that knitting was the superior pastime. The insult was offered up with a friendly smile, as the insulter felt that her opinion represented not only the truth, but a truth that was universally agreed upon. The insulter felt downright cheerful in airing her contempt, putting the crocheter in her place. Evangelism is just another “ism”, with much in common with other “isms”, like racism, sexism, ageism… the list is long, very, very long. Them, the crocheters, and us, the holy knitters. The division is false, but it served a purpose.

The woman describing the incident was upset by the experience. I would be too. My feelings towards people, who offer up reasons that they and their choices are superior, and you and your choices are inferior, are summed up by the words disgust, pity, and sadness. Toxic behaviours always make me feel sad, it is such a failure of human potential, such a misuse of the human spirit.

It doesn’t have to be yarn related pastimes that are used for these kinds of evangelistic strikes on another’s peace of mind. Any topic can be used as ground zero.

I run into this kind of evangelism on occasion. It is not the most common form of interaction in my world, MOST people do not have a lurking agenda when I interact with them. That is refreshing.

A bit of a rant from Maggie.

Worldly

Weather

-20°C
Date: 8:00 AM EST Friday 1 February 2019
Condition: Mostly Cloudy
Pressure: 102.9 kPa
Tendency: Rising
Temperature: -19.6°C
Dew point: -22.9°C
Humidity: 76%
Wind: WNW 11 km/h
Wind Chill: -27
Visibility: 24 km

Quote

“Ninety-eight percent of the adults in this country are decent, hard-working, honest Americans. It’s the other lousy two percent that get all the publicity. But then–we elected them.”
Lily Tomlin
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