Fences of Hope


The recent political environment has taken an unprecedented turn. In almost poetic form, the available metaphors have captured my imagination.

The great British journalist and apologist, G. K. Chesterton once reflected....

"In the matter of reforming things, as distinct from deforming them, there is one plain and simple principle...let us say for the sake of simplicity, a fence." One side doesn't see the use, and wants to do away with it; while the other side argues that if you can't see the use, then you have no case against it. The paradox of course rests on the fact the fence did not grow there, the divide is not natural. And for some reason, someone thought it was a good idea for it to be there. The fence that divides the two Americas of today aren't natural either; they were built there, whether 50 or 250 years ago. It doesn't really matter. But that divide is the cornerstone of our democracy. It's the platform upon which rests our willingness to compromise, to bend, and to be forced to work together despite every effort and reason not to.