For Crying Out Loud
by Brian Kaylor
My three-year-old son entered the stage where our conversations are unpredictable. We never know what might pop out of his mouth. Well, we usually guess he'll say his favorite word: "why?" He asks that so much we are all becoming philosophers as we ponder why the character in the book is an elephant or why rain makes you wet. He also seem to prophetically question our society's over-consumption as he often asks why someone has a particular thing.
When he's not asking "why," he sometimes engages our conversations in surprising and funny ways. The other day, my mom noticed his shoes and socks matched (by coincidence) and remarked, "Well, aren't you fancy?"
"No," he responded indignantly. "I'm not fancy. I'm normal."
On another day, I scolded him for not listening to me (he's three, after all). With a hint of exasperation, I said, "Just stop it, for crying out loud."
"No," he responded (another of his favorite words). "I don't want to cry out loud."
I started laughing, but he still looked concerned that I wanted him to cry out loud. Ironically, he's not opposed to literally crying out loud (he's three, after all). But the moment made me think a bit more about that saying. Sometimes we need to cry out loud to confront things that are wrong.
April turned out to be one of those months for me, though without any tears. As the summary below shows, it was a busier month than normal. Through speaking, writing, and more, I had several opportunities to cry out loud about serious issues. I preached at the Churchnet Annual Gathering (pictured above) about problems of racism and violence, I wrote about problems of silence regarding genocide, and I appeared on (small) screens talking about community needs in the area of public transportation. I am thankful for the opportunities to lend my voice and cry out loud.