I picked an easy recipe from the dementia cookbook for
dinner last night. It is a compilation of recipes with ingredients which help
keep the brain working well – not recipes designed to cause dementia! So, it
was slow-cooked Moroccan beef casserole. Three hours at a low temperature
results in very tender meat. I checked it periodically, though, to add more
water, because the beef absorbs the liquid and can become dry and hard.
It feels as if the last four years have had the American
electorate in a slow-cooking oven. Frequent additions of moisture, in terms of
reading articles by wise and experienced women and men, have been essential.
Prayerful approaches to the outlandish and disgraceful tweets and executive
orders have been helpful in preventing normal people from becoming hardened,
tough and brittle. I often remind myself of Michelle Obama’s injunction to us
in 2016: when they go low, you go high. It’s a good proverb to live by.
So today is the day of reckoning. What will it bring? ‘I
lift my eyes to the hills. Where does my help come from? My help is in the name
of the Lord.’
May this become America’s finest hour. May the shame of the
past four years be put behind us, as we vote for compassion and courage,
gentleness and empathy, humility and wise leadership. May the fomenters of
violence and privilege and supremacy be stilled today, so that all thoughtful
citizens, and indeed, the whole world, can rebuild what has been wrecked and
co-operate in harmony to change the course of the trajectory of destruction.
May God bless this wonderful world he has created and today,
may he especially bless America.
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