Evening jaunts around our little 'hood make me fall in love with this place over and over. Tonight, running down Fifth Avenue, my world smelled smelled like corn tortillas as I passed Barrio Star at happy hour. When I walk through Little Italy, the public bocce ball courts and Jacaranda trees woo me. I even feel an odd ownership of the planes that scream over our roof as they descend toward the tarmac. As the light show and long evenings of summer commence, I'm taken by this corner of the world we call home.
But the world, as Wilde says, is tainted.
While I ran tonight, my brother two states north attended a vigil on his college campus. There was a shooting, again. This time at Seattle Pacific University. He's fine, his friends are fine, but other students aren't; and it was so close. As everyone will note, it could happen anywhere. I don't have much to add to the ongoing conversation and grief over shootings, but suffice to say it shocks and scares us that it could happen anywhere. Even in the little college neighborhood where Ben lives and studies.
On days like today I don't feel courageous for loving this tainted world. I feel foolish. I feel like I'm about to have my heart smashed. There is real beauty and real evil, and one of the few truisms that actually feels comforting is that God, like us, hates the evil. And there won't be any in His restored world. So then. Let's help each other be brave and love the tainted glory of this one.