It's an age of suspicion, of lies, of danger.
People are outright lying about the president's actions, for one thing. No, he didn't cancel the National Day of Prayer.
He actually proclaimed it, and then decided to pray in private.
See, not everyone prays the same way.
I became a Muslim. I'm learning to pray five times a day. I pray for the whole world, for friends and family who are sick and recovering, for the leaders, for many things. I don't need one day dedicated to it when I'm doing it five times a day.
When I announced I was a Muslim, some were congratulatory, some wished well, and many said nothing. Some issued little challenge after little challenge. I don't know if anyone dropped me from their friends list after I made that announcement.
I have little doubt that some quietly judged my decision.
I know from what I've seen that, just like people either outright lie or choose to blindly accept whatever they hear about the president, whose religion is nobody's business by the way, they blindly accept whatever they hear about Islam.
I'm not trying to equate myself with the president. I am just saying I feel the distrust out there. The suspicions. And it's getting kind of dangerous out there, it seems.
I learned from my dream last night that part of me wants to be a protector. Maybe that's an archetype. Maybe it's part of my personality that wants to come out.
Who do I protect when everyone's fighting each other? I'm not going into self-defense mode. I've always known there is a mama bear in there, even though friends of mine have been prone to thinking of it as a mama teddy bear, more like a giant Snuggles than some pissed-off Grizzly.
Well, maybe there's a peaceful kind of protection too.
I don't know.
But I am hating this division. I'm hating this blame game. I'm hating the against-ness.
Love is possible. I beg you all to try it on. It comes in all sizes.