My Spirit wakes up like the sunrise on a cold winter morning. My Spirit brings light and the hope of warmth and peace. My Mind senses the light and the warmth and rises triumphantly as it starts a new day. My Mind slowly clears, and the day begins. And just so, my Mind engages my Body and I rise, ready to face the challenges and the lessons of the day awaiting me. My intent is to seek some noble purpose and bring positive hope as I labor for the renewal of the common good.
This is how Spirit, Mind, and Body all coordinate and cooperate to bring fresh energy to my thoughts, words, and deeds. This Triune connection brings me to a place of service, a place of helping those in need.
I am reminded of the lesson taught me when I lived in New Orleans. I remember a comment made to a group of the city’s newest leaders. They instructed us to end each day asking ourselves this question– “what have you done today to make New Orleans a better place to live in?”
So, I ask myself, and by extension, I ask you, what are you planning today that will result in a better place in which we can live? I think we have our work cut out for us.
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The book was written as a guide for small group study but it works just as well as a guide for individual study and reflection.
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Those of you who have read my blog (foundationalhope.com) know two things: 1) I haven’t posted any new material in some time and 2) I am always looking for inspiration to illustrate the theme of my blogsite, “The Power and Promise of Hope.” As the New Year begins, I have decided to get back to writing on a more regular basis and hopefully to find new resources that help heal the wounds that we read about so often in the news.
I offer this excerpt from C.G. Jung. In Volume 10, paragraph 295 of his Collected Works. Jung writes, “Whenever a civilization reaches its highest point, sooner or later a period of decay sets in. But the apparently meaningless and hopeless collapse into a disorder without aim or purpose, which fills the onlooker with disgust and despair, nevertheless contains within its darkness the germ of a new light.”
Ever since the winter solstice, the days are getting longer, more light is dissipating the darkness, and the new year offers each of us the opportunity to look with hope for better times ahead. Jung offered that a “germ of new light” is coming. What we do with that speck of light can make all the difference.
Our country has always come through the darkness of hard times, regrouped, and moved forward to even greater achievement. As a people, we can do that because we have found unity in common goals, values, aspirations, and needs. The question now is, as a country, do we still have a common set of goals, values, and the willingness to sacrifice for the common good? Can we unite before we divide and fall?
I hope we will decide, as we have in the past, to uncover the common good and to endure any sacrifice we must, to bring about another time of peace, of justice, and of bringing “life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness” to new use and new meaning.
I too am hoping we can unite before it’s too late. However, maybe it’s already so. I’m waiting somewhat impatiently for something to shift and change for the better in the body politic. Happy New Year to you too.
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In coming weeks, I hope to use this blog to discuss my book and to add other topics and posts related to the general themes of hope, perseverance, inner strength, self-confidence, and the struggle to do and say those things that may help others to find purpose in their lives. Thanks for taking the time to consider my book and my blog. Oh, when you buy the book, please don’t forget to leave a review for others to see. Thanks again.
Based on my family’s history, I have about twelve years to go before I die.
Ninety years old seems to be the magic number for my family’s longevity index. So, it comes down to this – what the heck do I do with the next twelve years?
What I thought I’d be doing is traveling, biking, fishing, boating, shooting sporting clays, eating and drinking to my heart’s content. But some power greater than me conspired with my mind, body, and spirit to shelve what I thought my “twilight years” would be.
Instead, at 71 (almost 72) I am reimagining myself and redirecting my efforts at attending to that very same mind, body, spirit dynamic. On many days, I am not sure I know how to proceed.
As many of you know I started this blog back in 2016 to write about the Power and Promise of Hope. My default vision was pinned to this statement – every life should have a noble purpose. And as you know I believe my purpose is to attend to the suffering of others in ways that are consistent with my gifts and talents.
Through the gracious comments of former students and former members of churches I have served I have been surprised and humbled by the lessons learned that those folks have attributed to me. Many of my former students have gone on to great things in their lives. They are accomplished gentlemen and gentlewomen. Many of them have nurtured their own families to wonderful effect.
Many former members of churches I have served have continued their faith journeys and deepened their believe in God and the Spirit. Many of those folks have gone on to serve the needs of others as they minister to those who are often forgotten and discarded.
I am inspired by the compassion and the wisdom all of these folks have woven into their lives. They are bringing out the best in others. They have become beacons of hope in a world that so needs decency and civility. I am indeed blessed to have known (to know) so many amazing folks.
A week or so ago I wrote a blog dealing with the topic of truth telling and personal integrity. That blog was uncharacteristically dark and UNHOPEFUL in its tone. In all the anxiety around me, I temporarily lost my way.
It is the memory of my former students and church members that has brought me back.
Those young kids I taught have become doctors, lawyers, teachers, coaches, entrepreneurs, moms and dads, religious leaders, and politicians. They have become their best selves.
Former church members have gone on to do the work of feeding the hungry, clothing the naked, giving drink to the thirsty and visiting those who find themselves in places where people end up and are usually forgotten. They bring hope and compassionate care and love to the least, the last, and the lost.
Wherever I look, I am surrounded by a great cloud of witnesses to the greatness of the human spirit and an appropriation of the power and promise of hope.
So I do not despair at not being able to accomplish the activities I thought would bring me pleasure – the biking, fishing, etc. I sit here at the keyboard, feeling blessed and overcome by those who actively and intentionally transcend and add to their own pursuits to be of assistance to others, even to me.
I have twelve years (or twelve minutes) left in this life. Those who are coming after me, especially my former students and church members, have gifted me with peace. I am indeed a fortunate man, a man of faith and a man of belief in the power and promise of hope.
Isn’t there some saying that when we make plans, God laughs? I understand your lovely, powerful point about living a valuable life, although we sometimes don’t realize the rewards at first because we’re concentrating on the horizon–where we “think” rewards happen.
God does laugh at us and with us as we try to control our destiny. We find encouragement. correction, affirmation, and rebuke from those who are kind enough to offer their comments and guidance. I have learned so much about my strengths and weaknesses as a teacher and a pastor by the willingness of folks to offer their feedback and their suggestions. It takes a bit of time to become comfortable with being vulnerable. But that’s how friendships start. Thanks for reading this post and responding.
Amen! Amazing all the lives you have touched as a teacher, pastor and mentor! Thank you for sharing your gifts, then and now! Great memories of the past, great dreams for the future!
Thank you for those kind words. I am amazed especially hearing from former students. Very humbling. I have been blessed. Thank you for your comments AND for reading the blog.
“Every violation of truth is not only a sort of suicide in the liar, but is a stab at the health of human society.” (Ralph Waldo Emerson)
From My Childhood
One of the stories I remember from my childhood is The Boy Who Cried Wolf. I am sure you remember the story. A young boy bored perhaps because of having too much idle time, cried out in false alarm, ” a wolf, a wolf is coming.” The townspeople all came to protect him. They discovered there was no wolf just a young boy laughing at all the silly people who heard his cry for help. They acted out of compassion and concern for this one life.
Later that day, the boy still bored and slightly amused at the effect his words had cried out again, “a wolf, a wolf is coming.” Once again the townspeople came to rescue the young boy. Still no wolf. The boy just laughed. To the young boy, this was fun, this was a game. As you might expect, later that day the boy cried out once again, “a wolf, the wolf is coming.” This time no one responded. The young boy was eaten by a voracious wolf.
The Lesson
My parents would make certain I understood the story. If one tells too many lies, no one believes the lies anymore. They stop caring what words you might be screaming. “Don’t tell lies,” my mother admonished me, “people will stop listening to you if they think you are lying to them.” She continued, “you won’t be trusted if you lie to people. If people can’t trust your word, they will cease to respond to anything you say.”
I have sadly stopped listening to the cries I hear. COVID, election fraud, justice for all, global warming, on and on. I have heard so many cries with so little evidence of a real presence, that I have chosen to stop trusting, I have chosen to stop responding. I simply do not trust them anymore.
I suppose there are cries I have heard that might be authenticated and “proved.” But I just don’t feel like spending the energy to pursue the veracity of the cries I keep hearing. If I tried to uncover the truth of all the cries I hear, I would never have time to live and enjoy those things that still have proven to be true.
Are there things you know to be true, that are not affected by others shouting random words all the while trying to convince you of some horrible hurt about to befall them and by extension to hurt you? Do you trust? Why?
Emerson wrote the quote above decades ago. The health of human society has been being attacked for countless years in countless ways. Every day, the truth falls victim to some little boy’s voice who, for his own pleasure or amusement, cries out to get a reaction. And then, he sits back at laughs at the commotion he has created. The liar cannot remain whole, he commits a sort of suicide every time he attempts to get a reaction from his victims. He has diminished himself and ultimately will suffer the consequences of his behavior.
The Same Lesson Learned
So I keep hearing the cries. The wolves have come but instead of the liar being devoured I have become the victim. I trusted for far too long. If the truth is lost it’s because, like me, we all get too tired to sort out the truth from the lies and the fiction.
You and I are victims of those false cries for help. We run to be of assistance and we are laughed at. When we stop listening to the cries, we are lost. But when we run towards the cries we find a silly little boy, bored and alone. When will he be devoured? When will the lies stop? Is it still our moral obligation to save him?
We are slowing dying as a society because we have stopped demanding the truth. To paraphrase the “motto” of a well know college in New England there is a voice crying in the wilderness. If only we valued the truth. If only we let those telling the lies to be devoured. But then we become as vicious as the little liar. We allow him to suffer a slow death. We allow ourselves to suffer the same little death.
As a person whose purpose is to ease the suffering of others, I am lost in my inability to demand the truth. The little boy sits and laughs at me and cries and cries. And suffering increases. I/we have been overtaken by falsehoods and misrepresentations.
Help me. Help all who mourn the loss we have allowed as truth dies in uncaring shrieks from a little boy. Save him. Save ourselves.
Powerful post! So much to think about. I still have hope in the midst of it all. The sun is still shining even though it may be hidden behind storm clouds. They will pass and the sun remains.
Peter Thanks for the feedback. I am not as pessimistic as the post suggests. I am just tired of being manipulated and coerced into places I don’t like. I am tired of the backbiting. I thought our government was to represent all points of view. There is a common good worth saving and worth passing along to future generations.
If it were just as easy as voting. No matter which of the candidates wins, there will still be considerable divisions in our society. The answer does not lie in who is president but what measures are taken to bring stability back to the economy, relationships, morals, civil discourse, and a sense of providing a great future vision. That is after we clean up all the damage after November 4.
“Hope and fear cannot alter the seasons.” – Chogyam Trungpa Rinpoche
I envy those folks who can remain present in the moment, not affected by the past or the future. In scripture, we read ( in Matthew 6:25-34) about worry and needless preoccupation with the future. Especially helpful to me is verse 34. “So do not worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will bring worries of its own. Today’s trouble is enough for today.”
None of us need to add to the unsettled times in which we are living. There are troubles enough for today without us adding anything else. Our happiness, our peace is a moment by moment response to learning from what falls to us.
To counteract minds that drift from the past to the future, a habit to cultivate is experiencing the present or to put it more simply – to fully embrace this moment whatever it brings. There are all sorts of books and authorities on how to experience being in the present moment, not connecting the past or future to just now. Mindfulness training and learning to be present are big business these days.
Common Sense Solutions
To jump start the process of experiencing the present, try these no-muss, no-fuss common sense solutions.
Sit somewhere that is comfortable. Devote at least 30 minutes to sitting, just sitting.
Give thanks for the peace and quiet of the moment
Stop worrying
Begin to notice and let go of sounds, sights, thoughts, anxiety, and any distraction that interrupts your silence.
If sitting doesn’t work, go for a walk regardless of the weather. Feel the weather. Let weather work its magic.
Sit, breathe deeply, in and out, relax your muscles.
If sitting and walking doesn’t work (by this I mean, if they are getting in the way of being still) lay down somewhere comfortable. I like lawns in the summer and spring, piles of leaves in the fall, and the coldness of lying in the snow in the winter. My new mattress is becoming my new “go-to” place to relax my muscles so the aches and pains of my body don’t disturb the present moment
If and when the silence becomes too much for you, consider this. Recall someone who taught you a lesson that has comforted you when hope and fear seemed too overwhelming to trust.
In your silence, let the divine connect with you. If you ask and remain open to “still, small voices” or “booming thunderous voices”, the quietness of the present moment will return.
Allow your self to be inspired by artwork or music or quotes or photos. There is always beauty, truth, and goodness. Do you believe this?
Finally, up to this point, you have lived and overcome, perhaps even thrived all that has been thrown at you, good, bad and indifferent. You have adapted, regrouped, or set off in new directions. You are a survivor. So far today, you are still surviving. Survive with grace, bring your noble purpose to others to respond to their suffering. Don’t worry about tomorrow. Just finish today. It’s always worked out before.
Of course, as always, I could be wrong. One last thought – “For the wonderful thing about saints is that they were human. They lost their tempers, got hungry, scolded God, were egotistical or testy or impatient in their turns, made mistakes and regretted them. Still, they went on doggedly blundering toward heaven.” (Phyllis McGinley -quoted in Paper Lanterns from The Sun)
Seasons come and go. Those days are gifts meant for you. One day at a time.
I loved your blog, Jon. I know the problems that seem to occur sometime during the night and keep me awake seem to melt away with the dawn. I know you are to put your problems at the feet of God but I find it hard to do. Verse 34 is so true if I could only do it! Doug says “You worry to much.” Maybe I need to get a new mattress too. What kind did you get?
Thank you for your comment. Yes following the Bible is difficult work but I am sure the reward will be worth it. We got a mattress from Nectar and put it on a new foundation bed. I love it. Thanks again. Say howdy to Zippy
In the following pages I offer nothing more than simple facts, plain arguments, and common sense: and have no other preliminaries to settle with the reader, than that he will divest himself of prejudice and prepossession, and suffer his reason and his feelings to determine for themselves that he will put on, or rather that he will not put off, the true character of a man, and generously enlarge his views beyond the present day. (excerpt from Common Sense by Thomas Paine, 1776).
Not another question…
I grew up across the street from one of the parks in our town. This park was immediately recognizable by a slightly worse for wear statue of Thomas Paine, front and center for all to see. As a young kid, I had no idea who Thomas Paine was or what his statue was doing in the park across the street from my house. Being curious, hence asking questions, was a character trait I exhibited from a very early age. I always had questions – I was surprised (and then disappointed) that many folks had no time to answer my inquiries.
Thomas Paine Statue located in Burnham Park, Morristown, NJ
I spent lots of time at the local library. The librarians seemed to anticipate my questions. They were never too busy for my inquiries. Usually, those wonderful lady librarians pointed me in the general direction of resources leading to new information about the topic of my questioning. After I had been led to the general area that housed the information I was seeking, it was up to me to dive into the materials in front of me.
And so I became acquainted with Thomas Paine and then Patrick Henry leading to the discovery of the writings and speeches of this country’s founding elders. There was an urgency and need for precise meaning in the words those architects of our country’s values crafted. Those writers considered the effects of their words. After all, their very lives depended on the impact and the power of their words. They were willing to die to defend their words and their actions. There was noble purpose in their writing and speech-making.
The words those folks crafted had impact, had effect, had the power to convict and to call to arms. The messages those words offered had consequences. Meaningless phrases and empty sentiment were absent.
A Huge Hole in My Education
I do not have many regrets in my life but one oversight or one weakness in my education was learning to write well. No one suggested improving my style, my vocabulary, the possible effect on others as to the meaning of my words when they were heard or read. The writing lessons I had in school were all about assignments – a 500-word essay on sportsmanship or a six-page lab report from my science class describing and defending the reasons for the outcome of my classroom experiments. No one discussed the mechanics of writing.
Even when I got to seminary, writing (as in writing sermons) was left to the practical suggestions of my peers. colleagues, and mentors. Fortunately, in that group were some folks who believed it was their job to comment on my writing – choice of words, syntax, conciseness – on and on. I attended several conferences to learn how to create a meaningful sermon as well as how to deliver that message to an audience who actually intended to listen to my words.
Important Items to Consider…
The other day I read a post from social media. I can’t remember the exact words of that post but I do remember the impact the post had on me. Basically the question posed was: in speaking or writing consider this: 1) are your words the truth, 2) are they kind words, 3) is what you are writing necessary? I would add the following: 4) what is the purpose of what you are writing, (a bit different than point three), 5) have you anticipated and taken into account the response your words might have on diverse readers, and 6) what is the context/the circumstances that have inspired your words?
All this being said, eloquent speech speaks to the common good, to shared values and threats to those shared values. Eloquent speech incites us to stand up and respond with our lives and our scared liberty.
I would like to end this post with some eloquent speech written by Patrick Henry, one of the most outspoken voices of the American Revolution. Consider his choice of words and his message. This is eloquent speech, speech befitting the gravity of revolution.
“The Constitution is not an instrument for the government to restrain the people, it is an instrument for the people to restrain the government -lest it come to dominate our lives and interests.”
“The eternal difference between right and wrong does not fluctuate, it is immutable.”
“For my part, whatever anguish of spirit it may cost, I am willing to know the whole truth; to know the worst and to provide for it.”
“The distinctions between Virginians, Pennsylvanians, New Yorkers, and New Englanders are no more. I am not a Virginian but an American.”
“When the American Spirit was in its youth, the language of America was different; Liberty sir, was then the primary object.”
And so, may you write and speak eloquent, honest, and inspiring thoughts that create a climate of unity among the people and repair the things that have gone asunder.
As a descendant of Patrick Henry, I appreciate your presentation of his powerful words. As a former English teacher, however, my remarks concern the teaching of writing–something that never happened when I was in school. We were basically expected to pull brilliance out of thin air. Everyone I knew waited until the night before the deadline. The teacher’s red marks indicated technical errors and often had little to do with content. I was fortunate to receive A’s without ever knowing what I’d done right. By the time I became a teacher, the workshop approach had arrived, and that meant teaching writing the way writers actually do it, draft after draft, with classmates offering feedback and with scheduled writing appointments with the teacher. Successful results were read aloud and discussed in class, so students had a chance to learn from each other. There’s more to it than this, but it brought writing out of the dark recesses of last-minute scribbling. I asked kids to write quick pieces in class each day and explained that you don’t win a race without steady practice. Their success was evident. As you know, I have a blog and periodically revise my previous posts. Years of writing have taught me that I keep learning how to be better at it. I’d guess Patrick Henry knew revision, too.
Karen, I had forgotten (if I knew) you are related to Patrick Henry. That explains a great deal (lol). I wish I had had a teacher such as you in my formative days. I have to admit whilst teaching at Pingry I came into contact with a number of excellent teachers of English, writing, and the creative process. I wish I had had the benefit of their knowledge when I was a kid. I believe at some point, our words have to stand just as they are. There must be a final edit and revision. Then those words, for good or ill, need to be shared. Of course, you know I am intimidated by your expertise. I am jealous, even envious, of your creativity and the crafting of your posts. You are teaching me by your example. I am grateful. Jon
This document has inspired me, along with other recent experiences, to divulge myself into the wonders of eloquent speech. This is a consideration that I enact frequently in written word, yet less so in speech. I hope that we can speak freely in the future in the hope that I might improve this invaluable skill.
Thank you for taking the time to read my blog post. I have been quiet lately on my blog as other priorities have existed. I am glad you found some value in this post. Let me know if you find a good spot that can help you with developing the skill of eloquent speech.
“‘The glory of this present house will be greater than the glory of the former house,’ says the Lord Almighty.’ And in this place I will grant peace,’ declares the Lord Almighty.” Haggai 2:9
For the second week in a row, I find myself turning to scripture as the foundation for a blog post. This reliance on scripture was never my intention when I started my blog back in 2016. I never envisioned this blog to be a “religious” blog per se.
Trusting tradition
In my religious denomination, by tradition, when a new church is built, before worship services can be held in that new building, the building and various other items used in worship and for offering the sacraments must be consecrated, blessed, and prayed over. Then the house built by mere mortals is prepared to be filled with the spirit and presence of God. It is transformed from the ordinary to the sacred.
I have experienced churches being consecrated but until yesterday, I had never been part of a deconsecration service. There is one statement – the DECLARATION OF DECONSECRATION – that reads, “This building, having been consecrated and named the _____United Methodist Church, together with the land on which it stands and all objects remaining in it, we now deconsecrate and release for any honorable use. We declare that it is no longer the place of meeting of a United Methodist congregation.”
God has left the building
And with that simple statement, the church building ceases to be a place of worship. The church’s congregation will have to find a new place to worship. Gone is all that was familiar, all that was sacred. God has left the building.
Being a person who stands on a foundation built upon hope, I resonant with the scripture above. What was, is no longer. No matter how glorious the former house/church was, what comes next will be even greater. I am, however, not certain the folks gathered yesterday to live through their church being deconsecrated completely shared my point of view and my sense of hope.
To those folks, that place of worship was so much more than a weekly gathering spot for friends and visitors. It held memories from years gone by, good years and bad, all witnessed by a faithful and resilient community of believers. In that building baptisms, weddings, funerals, confirmations, worship, and fellowship took place. It was the center of a community of believers – folks who were busy spreading the Good News of Jesus Christ.
How does one say goodbye
I once read somewhere that a goodbye is necessary before a new adventure can begin. How does one say goodbye? The scripture says that the Lord let the folks know the new place would be greater than the place they were leaving. They would be going to a place of peace. The leap of faith here is a belief that what was known and loved for so many years could be replaced by a new gathering spot – a place of peace. For displaced folks who are leaving their familiar worship spot, a place of peace seems like a promise that can’t be guaranteed. No one wanted to say goodbye.
The peace and comfort of the old building were built on things familiar. It was peace offered to strangers and visitors as well as to current members. It took years for that peace to be deemed trustworthy. Who knows what peace the next spot might offer?
There is a hymn sung in the church – “We Are The Church”. The first verse offers these words sung in unison – “The church is not a building, the church is not a steeple, the church is not a resting place, the church is a people.”
So why all this fuss then about consecrating and deconsecrating a building? Shouldn’t we instead be consecrating people to be holy instruments made to glorify God? Shouldn’t we be praying over individuals to empower them to carry the hope of peaceful places with them wherever they go?
My religious denomination affirms the sacred worth of all individuals. What I know about the people in the church that was closed for business yesterday is they are people of sacred worth who treat others based on that same understanding. They are a place of peace, individually and collectively. God’s promise of peace lives in them. They are the church.
A place of peace
Whether they stand on holy ground in a holy place or not, I am comforted and inspired by these folks who are moving to God’s “greater” place. They will be a place of peace. They will live into their new lives of service and ministry to the least, the last, and the lost.
Post Script
My blog’s theme is the “Power and Promise of Hope.” Hope is the power and the promise offered to you and me. Hope can be a place of peace and familiarity among folks who are seeking to build a greater place in their hearts and in their lives. I hope you can find such a place, such a people.
For the people of the Wesley United Methodist Church
No one can look at a scene such as the one above and not feel overwhelmed. The magnitude of destruction and uncertainty defies adequate description. There is nothing one can say or do to minimize the devastating effect of the events that befell this town during one particular tornadic event.
It is amazing to me how quickly people begin to pick up the pieces, gather their thoughts, and get to the hard tasks of recovery, rebuilding, and renewal. People, still reeling with disbelief get on with the cleanup and rebuilding. All the while, they are waging their own secret inner storms.
There is a inner strength that humankind possesses that emerges at times like this. In a time of tragedy one has to consider how to answer the question – am I a victim or a survivor?” The question may not surface with those exact words, but similar thoughts begin the process of recovery.
And not all strong personalities become survivors. And not all weak personalities become victims. There is some inner force that comes to those who will survive.
This is not a blog post outlining the fundamentals of survival. It is, however, a blog post about hope and an individual’s sense of future.
In my faith tradition, I read in Romans 8:38-39 – “For I am persuaded that neither death, nor life, nor angels, nor principalities, nor powers, nor things present, nor things to come, nor height, nor depth, nor any other creature, shall be able to separate us, from the love of God, which is in Christ Jesus our Lord.”
It is in the assistance that shows up to help folks who have been through a cataclysmic event that points to divine love. Red Cross, volunteers, private and governmental assistance funds, and various agencies all show up to be part of the spirit of renewal. They stay until that spirit of renewal heals the hearts and minds of survivors.
Some believe that humankind is at its core, self-seeking and self-centered. But in times of tragedy, humankind proves itself to be much kinder and much more willing to be of assistance than we sometimes believe.
It is in moments of tragedy and utter hopelessness, that the inner hope and strength of others is unleashed. There are so many examples of folks setting aside their needs and wants and providing healing gestures to those in crisis.
This simple act of responding to people in need, people who have had unimaginable losses, this simple act of bringing hope to folks who struggle, this is a kindness we all possess. You and I have the ability to bring hope when it is needed. No sermons, no lectures, no instructions are needed.
We are all survivors and we are all victims. Those who have helped us see a way forward are the quiet people of presence who offer strangers love, care, and compassion. In these times when the world seems so divided and so confused, we can quietly step up and bring a healing presence of hope through random acts of kindness.
This is my faith at work. This is the faith that reminds me, I am not alone, I am not forgotten, I can and I will weather every storm. This is the power and promise of hope. This is the power and promise of finding a way to healing.
I too am hoping we can unite before it’s too late. However, maybe it’s already so. I’m waiting somewhat impatiently for something to shift and change for the better in the body politic. Happy New Year to you too.