Wash me in the water.

Well, not today. But you know. When it’s warmer.

Past the half way point in my four week new-year-whatever-this-is. Feels like rounding the bend and heading home.

Twice now, I’ve written then deleted lengthy, half-completed essays about the myriad ways politics and religion, particularly Christianity, are inherently connected and inseparable.

But all that does is get us in the weeds. You either love God and your neighbors as if they were you, or you don’t. All other laws hang on those.

Please consider compassionately: “Bike lanes” aren’t just for tree-hugging cyclists. They are multi-use spaces, part of a holistic non-motorized public transportation plan that makes room for all manner of non-motorized transport.

Wheelchair-bound homeless people, for instance, greatly appreciate having space on the road, particularly in winter, when not enough warm, able-bodied folk care enough to clear the sidewalk.

Folks, we can do this. One way or another, space can be made. If there is room in our hearts, there is room in our world.