A friend once told me, “your only job is to believe.” And yes, once upon a time, I believed in Santa Claus and magically on Christmas morning I got what I had asked for. However, I’m not five anymore and if my job as an adult was only to believe, I’m confident I’d be continually disappointed.
Yes, believing in something is vital today’s complex and dysfunctional world, but to believe in isolation is incomplete, a dangling participle, waiting for the the antecedent to take it’s rightful place. Belief without action might as well be no belief at all.
As I see it, the older we get the more we have to have substance to support our beliefs. Just sitting around idly waiting for something to happen just because we...
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