When you start reading the meditations of a monk who was also a clear eyed social critic, you never know where you’ll end up. But, I think it’s going to be a heck of a ride
Psalm 50:18. “When you see a thief you join with him; you throw in your lot with adulterers.”
The root word for adultery comes from the Latin “to corrupt” and, the usual meaning of adultery is sexual. In fact most of the actions that our society recognizes as “sins” seem to be confined to the sexual. Who’s sleeping with who may be a sin, but that’s the least of our problems.
I’m beginning to believe our social definition of adultery is a little too, shall we say, confining? Marriage is a covenant, a promise. Can we take this past the sexual? What other covenants (promises) do we have as a society? Beyond the if you tell me I’m buying sugar, I better not find salt in the container covenant between seller and buyer? How about this one?
I, insert name here, " do solemnly swear (or affirm) that I will faithfully execute the office of President of the United States, and will to the best of my ability, preserve, protect and defend the Constitution of the United States." The wording comes straight from the Constitution.
And my little meditation doesn’t even cover the sweetheart contracts between our elected hired help and corporations that used to be run by some of the hired help. I guess they’re hoping that while we’re distracted by wardrobe malfunctions, the over the top antics of cable comedies, and the potential unions of Molly/Holly and Adam/Steve, we won’t notice that some of the elected hired help have stolen everything that was and wasn’t nailed down. Including the nails.
Adultery in high places anyone?
2 comments:
It's not that we didn't notice. But I'm beginning to understand that even when we did notice, the "hired help" had SO much money and SO much power that we were powerless to stop them. At all. And THAT, my dear, is the truly frightening part of all this. Lisa :-[
I'm tired of feeling violated ... but I feel helpless (and I'm beginning to feel hopeless) and wonder why I brought children into THIS world.
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