I stopped my kitchen on-a-roll to write this. No kidding.
Everyone I know is intolerant. No one I know is all-inclusive. We are all like a fancy resort in a sunny, warm clime. We are all good and nodding “uh-huh” until we see, smell, taste, hear, touch something that creates an opportunity to carve out a niche and criticize. For whatever reason.
Christians are criticize anyone who does not believe just like their preferred Christian clan. Bombs are tossed.
Other faiths criticize Christians. Bombs are tossed.
Non-faiths criticize anyone with a faith. Hearts are hardened.
Conservatives criticize liberals. Laws choke everyone.
Liberals criticize conservatives. Laws choke everyone.
Libertarians criticize other political ideologies. Laws choke everyone.
Broncos fans criticize Seahawks fans. Marijuana is wasted.
Seahawks fans know they’ll win. I mean, Seahawks fans criticize the Broncos. Smack talk is wasted.
And so on and so on. I know NO ONE who would open their door to a person they do not know and help them in any way they can. Not even me.
I am going to protect myself, my family, my friends, my home. I am not tolerant. And I personally know no one who is.
There are people who are more likely to open a door and a heart to those they do not know, who may be completely different from them, but it matters not one bit before or after a ride is given, a meal is served, a heart is heard. A dearest family to me brought in a hitchhiker that stayed with them briefly. But even they offered up their tree house rather than their home. They had a family, a home to protect.
There are the selfless people much of the world knows about – like Mother Teresa. But even she is criticized here for not encouraging the impoverished in ways that would have given them the ability to lift themselves out permanently. Maybe she did. I won’t ever know. I do not pretend to know hearts and minds.
No one is tolerant. No one.
And it is a good thing. It is OK to not agree. It is OK to believe different things. Until we force, physically or financially, others to believe like us. Like is happening here. It is OK not to agree. Move on.
I am not putting my dish gloves back on. It’s almost tea time.