All of Us

Hope

In the 19-ish hours since I first posted about my resignation, I’ve been called a lot of things: Brave. Courageous. Bold. Hero. A whole lot of people—some of whom I’ve never even met—offered support, told me they’re proud of me, applauded my integrity, said they admire me. I am truly overwhelmed by the outpouring of encouragement and love.

But. Please, please let’s not lose sight of this: It’s not about me. It’s about all of us.

It’s about all of us deciding enough is enough—that we will not tolerate the mistreatment of any human being. Ever. 

It’s about all of us pulling our assumptions and biases and prejudices out from under the moldy tarps in our heads and looking at them in the light—critically, honestly, and completely.

It’s about all of us deciding to see the sacred in one another. When we move about the world wearing those lenses, we can’t help but love people. Yes, even the ones who make us absolutely crazy with their ridiculous opinions and stupid voting decisions and illogical conclusions and horrible, horrible taste in music (I’m looking at you, Nickelback fans). Because there’s sacred in them, too.

It’s about all of us coming to this radical, paradigm-shifting understanding: We don’t have to agree with one another to love one another. In fact, I can’t think of a single pre-requisite to loving someone. My friend, Jennifer, demonstrated that so profoundly today. Her response to my post was a simple, “I love you, Kelley.” She could’ve added a dozen qualifiers… but she didn’t. There’s just nothing more life-giving than pure, unconditional love.

It’s about all of us being broken, right out in the open. We’ll be so much better off in a “Me too!” culture than in this mask-wearing, facade-bearing thing we have going on right now. Not a single one of us has it all together. (In fact, I’ve decided that the plural of person might as well be mess.) We can “get” each other—we just have to be willing to show ourselves first. 

It’s all about of us raising our hopeful voices (thank you, Glen Hansard). Something amazing happened today, friends. By participating in our conversation—through likes or shares or comments—you inspired hope. And I, for one, was in desperate need of that.

Thank you, thank you, thank you. Let’s keep talking, okay?

 

*The photo at the top of this post is of a necklace my dearest friend gave to me tonight–as a reminder that there is hope. Our world can be different—better—and we can help it along. I will probably wear it every day for the next three years. Don’t judge me. Also, please take a peek at thegivingkeys.com. The company employs people transitioning out of homelessness (LOVE!), and you might just find a key for someone who needs it.

5 Comments

  1. Jodie   •  

    I enjoy your writing.

  2. Kelley   •     Author

    Thank you, Jodie!

  3. Mark Uhlenberg   •  

    Kelley – My tent is my heart, God came into it many years ago and he has expanded it more and more as I walk with Him. I love Him because He loved me. A wretched sinner, saved by grace and living by grace every day. No doubt there are slippery slopes in this life as we work out our faith, but God is big enough, He doesn’t need us to sort this out for Him. He has His will at work within each of us and we can trust that He will have His way with us.
    I need to have you and I share a cup of coffee again sometime.
    Mark

  4. Sam   •  

    I’m greatly offended by this post…Nickelback isn’t that bad.

    • Kelley   •     Author

      Haha! My bad.

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