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God, help me listen, love, listen, learn. Let myself be available. Let myself stay awake because there is a lot of Gethsemane out there, and let me listen.
My emotions have been all over the place these days. I’m happy one minute, frustrated and short-tempered the next. Fear and hope seem to take turns leading my emotions.
I am like my loaves of bread. The things I incorporate, the spiritual influences and personal contacts and media sources, have the power to leaven me, to transform me.
We don’t need to go back. We need to go forward. Forward to justice, forward to green, and forward to sanity.
Good news isn’t so good when it leaves us unequipped to deal with what’s at hand. We are much better served by people who see the depth of our dilemmas and give us candid notice.
It’s a strategy of power that has been taught through the generations: pledge allegiance to many gods (wealth, nation, race, religion) to guard what you believe to be yours.
There are children in our time who, like Ishmael, have lived their entire lives in the wilderness – in desolate places with names like Poverty or Racism, Sickness or Hunger.
Alas for us, to be alive at a time when direction has become so unmoored from truth that friends no longer trust each other and loved ones rise up against each other.
In the age of Covid-19, we find ourselves facing new, unfamiliar territory. We wonder if we – and our world – will be crushed like bugs underneath a giant pandemic.
We’re going to be on our feet a lot in the coming days and months. Outside. Marching. Standing in solidarity. Make ready. Resistance is personal. It is intimate and physical.