Today is Ash Wednesday.

It is also the day that Rush Limbaugh died.

I was not a fan. Ever.

Mr. Limbaugh, in my opinion, used his ultra-conservative pulpit to disparage and devalue people and perspectives that I deeply value. However, my 80 year old brother Peter, who passed away recently, was one of the faithful. It was hard to fathom. And yet Peter and I deeply valued many of the same things, including this country and our democracy. I don’t think my brother and I were unique in that way.

Today, it saddened me to see gleeful messages on social media at the death of this human being, who, say what you will, was a hero to many. And someday when my hero, Barack Obama, dies, there will be many who will dance on his grave.

This must stop.

Hurling insults at those who don’t agree with us only fans the flames of hatred, widens the political divide, and pushes our fragile democracy closer to the edge of a cliff of our own making. Disparaging comments and casting blame, whether circulated publicly online or contemplated privately in our own hearts, only further feeds the beast that threatens to devour us and our democracy. Every time we indulge in the habit of fueling that fire, we are brought closer to collective ruin in our polarized country. Like a drug, it is a political habit that gets harder to break the more we engage in it.

Today is Ash Wednesday.

It is also the day which marks the beginning of the Lenten Season and continues until the night before Easter Sunday. Lent is a period of repentance and reflection, during which people often commit to a time of fasting and the denial of certain luxuries. It is a time of preparation for the ultimate transformation, when out of the ashes of death 2000 years ago, Love was reborn.

It could also be the day which marks the beginning of a new season in this country. A period of repentance and reflection, during which we commit to a time of fasting from the political junk food that is poisoning our souls, and a refusal to indulge in cheap and hateful shots across the aisle. A time of preparation for the hard work of raising up a country of Love out of the ashes of death.

May it be so.