It must be part of my heritage.
I am an Anabaptist only insofar as then name describes my heritage. I have been baptised once but not at birth. Therefore I never have been re-baptized. I digress.
I am a Mennonite. Particularily true in my love and passion for the highly addictive cuisine. But, even more importantly, this is true of my values if not my religious beliefs entirely.
I value people, life, love, compassion, care, friends and family. These ideas I cherished to the end of the earth and will to the end of my life. These are the roots of my pacifism. These are the reasons why I could never belong to anything but a Peace Church. And I could like the many, many non-peace-churches (more accurately deemed anti-peace-churches) but I won’t. They know who they are even if they don’t admit it.
Mennonites were persecuted and, rather than resisting only to kill and be killed, they moved. This repeated itself a number of times. Fighting for what is right is a different story than fighting to the death for what is perceived as right.
Helping the sick, the elderly, the differently abled, the poor, the stranger, and everyone else is important and valuable. Killing the killers does not stop conflict it just changes the course of conflict. Repetition is the key ingredient for war-mongerers, governments, haters, murderers, and all who promote military action. Repetition of a failed theory. A theory that will continue to be tested and will continue to fail. A theory where the only “success” case is WWII. A theory where the events following any “test case” are ignored.
But I have travelled far enough away from my opening intention.
It must be my heritage which is telling me to move on. Move out. Get out. Get on with something wonderful.
The hell of the last two weeks is forecasted to continue for the next two. If this is the case then I need to move on. Somewhere where the climate affords year-round scooter driving weather. Or at least more than six to seven months.
This hell exists partly because what I do – what I am – is, at present, nothing more than a product pusher for something which creates no sense of self-worth.
Somewhere someone is looking for me. Somewhere somehow we will meet up and I can fulfill the needs of that one. Maybe here is not the place. Maybe there is no place.
I think there should be. I want to create such a place.
