Last week, Lori wrote about Cecil, the famous Zimbabwean lion killed by an American dentist/big game hunter. I have to admit, when I saw the first post, I thought it was a hoax. I just couldn’t wrap my mind around the fact that this man would do this and photograph it. I still don’t get it, but I sure didn’t predict all of the repercussions.
When a friend posted about Cecil, someone commented on her post. How could she possibly care about this lion and not about all the poor aborted babies? What kind of a monster is she?
Still trying to sort things out, she posted about how strange it was that people thought you could care about only one issue at a time. Why couldn’t she care about trophy hunting and something else? Someone commented on that post, slamming her for comparing trophy hunting to the PTSD suffered by Black Americans who live as a hated minority. Round and round it went.
What do you say when emotions run so high?
As an introvert, I know that coming up with the words myself is out of the question. Put me on the spot, make me feel like a target and, at best, I’m going to freeze. At worst, I’m going to say something snippy or mean just to get whoever it is to back away and leave me be.
The best that I can at times like this is take a deep breath and let God speak. Often it takes more than a deep breath to find that Christ-filled center. I know people who seem to find it at a moment’s notice but I am not one of those people. For me, it takes time. It often takes a bit of quiet and perhaps a bit of music like this anthem. Because truly, it is the best that I can hope for when feelings run high or at any other time. God Be In My Head.