#WEARETHEANTIDOTE - Part 3 of 3

For me, being the antidote starts with a willingness to say hello. I look at some people, listen to some people, am offended by some people so much so that I give up on them and on moral excellence. But there's never been anything wrong with virtue as it doesn't have an expiration date. The more we encounter destructive thinking and behavior, the deeper we should delve into our true ability to be "given against" such things. Why in the world would we become the thing we revile? Why? Because there's a little toxin in us all and unlike the body, we get to choose whether or not we develop the antibodies or not. If we desire, we can be overrun with the influence of disintegration. Division has an addictive quality to it. But we have within us the divine capacity to reintegrate.

Every stranger can't be my enemy and not all my teammates want to take what I have. We've become so suspicious and prejudiced that the notion of loving one's neighbor as him/herself is nearly impossible. But still, we are the antidote and the chemical composition of "us" is basic stuff like: hello, holding the door for the person behind us, learning someone else' story, doing things without expecting a thank you and cleaning up messes we've made. No one questions whether or not it is better to help society live than die. We question whether or not we play a role in making it live. Yet we know full well...what we are. Listen intently to your complaints today. Write them, meditate on them, simmer even! Note how they make you feel and then be "given against" them. Ask yourself if your complaints have led you to do what's right simply because it's right. If they've led you elsewhere, just know that your real identity is as ANTIDOTE not venom.

#WEARETHEANTIDOTE - Part 2 of 3

We do it all the time, choosing the poison of retaliation as modus operandi. Our operating system often looks a lot like living under the control of impulse and convenience, blaming and targeting others as interlopers to our expectations. But antidotes restore vitality. We are the antidote(s). And personally, here are a couple of stifling realities I experience that poison me. #1 Racism #2 Classicism #3 Theft. These toxins mess up everything they touch and they're easy to both hate and replicate. One minute I'm complaining that a non-black doesn't understand why I brush my hair or keeps mistaking me for the other black guy. The next I'm using broad strokes in a conversation to demonize that group of people. Two wrongs still don't make a right. Sounds like poison being prescribed to cure a snake bite.

I'm convinced more than ever, though, that we are the antidote. An antidote is meant to heal. But maybe most of us humans, no matter our religion, really enjoy getting even more than we do healing. Somehow we think that one middle finger begets another. We think that the best way to protect our children is by isolating them and keeping them in view. But I'm convinced that there would be less Amber alerts if the village at large was allowed to look after our kids a bit. The villagers would dispose of pedophiles and the like.

#WEARETHEANTIDOTE - Part 1 of 3

The word "antidote" has this greek rendering that means "given against." It's the counter agent to whatever toxin you've been exposed. In 2007 I was stung by no less than 15 wasps at once. My wife happened to come outside as I was writhing in the driveway. She remembered that mud is said to function as an analgesic and proceeded to turn on the hose. She made some mud, smeared all over my head where most of the stings occurred and the pain gradually subsided. How do we treat our figurative wasp stings?

Antidotes, I've read, can be created by injecting small amounts of a poison into an animal so it can naturally produce antibodies. Those antibodies can then be extracted to save say a human life. But in our world, what if the venom is unkindness, isolation and self-absorption? When people insist on not making eye contact with me, I usually let 'em off the hook. I don't engage. I have neighbors on either side of me that I don't know. Many strangers don't want to know me (venom) and I respond in kind by pretending I don't care (also venom). Huh? The antidote to unkindness, isolation and self-absorption is certainly not to reflect those non-virtues. But isn't that what we do? Tit-for-Tat? A husband cheats on his wife and she fixes his wagon with a comparable act. Your teammate won't pass you the ball so on a routine 3-on-2 fast break you return the solid and cost your team buckets. There's a small picture and a big picture that we see in the worlds in which we live. Focusing on the small one is always the most poisonous because it's only about us. (Part 2 tomorrow...)