Somewhere in my distant past there was a sermon about the wasted humanity of being right. The priest who was talking had just done a funeral. The dead guy’s sister regretted not having talked to him for the last five years of his life. He’d offended her. She cut him off. She was right.
She was right and she showed it by cutting him out of her life. Brother and sister, cut off. Who won? Who was right? Who lost?
“So much loss,” the priest said, “over nothing more than who’s right.”
I got an email over the weekend from a neighbor whose brother had helped her buy her house (or something like that) and is now kicking her out of that house (or something like that). She wrote that email to a group of people, including us. She doesn’t know us very well. She’s calling him names. He’s kicking her out of her house. Her daughter wants to divorce the rest of the family. Her mother is siding with her brother.
Family fight. Nobody wins. Time goes by, people lose each other, and for what?
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