Fences and Fitzwallace

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I made a deal with myself: in order to watch The West Wing, I have to be on the recumbent bike … and pedaling. years of fences

This morning, it was A Proportional Response, Charlie Young’s first appearance. Josh Lyman was reluctant to hire Charlie for one reason only: he didn’t want to give a critical world the impression that he was hiring an African-American to “wait on” the President.

Josh discussed his concern with his boss, Leo McGarry, who shared it with Admiral Percy Fitzwallace, the Chairman of the Joint Chiefs of Staff. At that very moment, Fitzwallace, an African-American officer, was orchestrating a sizable air strike in retaliation to terrorist activity. The President’s first military act. It was Wow!

The Admiral asked if Charlie would be making a fair wage and treated with respect. “Of course.”

Before leaving the room, Admiral Fitzwallace said: I got some real honest-to-god battles to fight… I don’t have time for the cosmetic ones.

I don’t have time for the cosmetic battles. The silliness. The ones that don’t matter. The battles that, if won or loss, make little or no difference in this life … or the next.

We witness these battles daily and my heart breaks a little more each time. Truth is blurred, misplaced or mixed up with lies. Or ignored altogether. Select “pet” issues are so important that the life-changing ones get pushed to the back of the line.

And, through it all, it’s more about being right than being kind. It is more about being heard than being loving.

Good golly, Miss Molly, the Admiral was right. We have got some real honest-to-God battles to fight. And, my Dear Ones, if we aren’t careful the wrong will prevail and right will fail.

For the most part, I make no public profession of political alignment, other than an occasional eye roll. And I’m betting long money that even my closest friends and relatives on both of the aisle would be a little surprised if they knew my bottom line. But this isn’t about who takes it all in November.

This is about our every day battles. The ones that divide and create years of fences with no gates. The mean-spirited tweets and posts. The bravado of anonymity.

It’s hard to ignore name-calling. And so easy to lash back.

So, how about we just don’t.

How about we spend real time on real issues that make a real difference in this life…and the next? Click it to Tweet it.

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About Nancy Burton Wolfe

I love to write. I love the process - brainstorming, drafting, editing, revising, publishing. I love it all. And, over the past few years, I've found not only satisfaction with writing, but success as well. After retiring from a career in education, I found God calling me to use this gift to help provide for my family while I help further the Kingdom. Other than being with my family, there are few things I would rather do than create beauty with words - or read other beautiful writing. I'm a Believer, a wife, a mom, stepmom & grandmom and a writer.

2 responses »

  1. I’m too old to figure things out. When God can no longer use me–I’m out of here. In the meantime I pray for the future of my next generation. Mom

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