The events of January 6, 2021 will be debated and studied for years to come, and what history will say of this has not yet been written. I hope it will be marked as a turning point for our rhetoric and our conversation around politics and democracy, but I am realistic enough to know that is not the most likely outcome. Instead, it is more likely to be a signpost (albeit a significant one) along the road to whatever destination our road will lead.
I write this post not as a persuasive essay (which my son and daughter inform us daily in the at-home school days of 2020-2021 that they loathe), nor as a sermon or oratory (given that the audience is likely few or non-existent). I write this as a balm to my soul and as a personal reflection on the churning turmoil therein. If you are reading it, please understand that the thoughts that fill the page may not be well thought-out, fully-formed (or fully INformed), or beautifully worded. They are a means to a rest for my soul tonight.
