Sarcasm saturates our conversations and interactions to such a degree that for most it is commonplace. So much so that we scarcely notice how much it colors our own speech – especially around others who are fluent in its dialect. Just like anything with which we are familiar, we become immune to it – or at the very least comfortable being around it.
One of the pervasive historical influences in the county in which I live is strife and division. It was here when John Wesley attempted to work with the first Moravian settlement in the U.S. – the historical site of which lies just miles from my home – and it is here still. In spades. Continue reading