
We see this kind of strident, polarized discourse everywhere these days. I dislike it because blaming others for our problems allows the blamers to feel pretty good about themselves, and that’s almost always a mistake. There’s plenty of blame to go around. No one is excused from it.
My friend Tom takes a “you spot it, you got it” approach to self-analysis: If something infuriates you, take a look at your own heart. He says, “I’m building quite a plank collection, finding them as I do in my eyes so often.”
I’m angry. I’ll try to take to heart these words of Thomas Merton:
Instead of loving what you think is peace, love other men and love God above all. And instead of hating the people you think are warmakers, hate the appetites and the disorder in your own soul, which are the causes of war. If you love peace, then hate injustice, hate tyranny, hate greed—but hate these things in yourself, not in another. (New Seeds of Contemplation)
