The Caravan

Long may it continue its trek toward safety, wholeness and promise.

That’s all any of us can do. Keep doing what we do one step at a time, one day at a time. Keep on keeping on until what we need and hope for is fulfilled. A lot of work to be done by the self in doing this. A lot of work for others to help with. A lot of work for society to make possible. All working together.

This is the promise of America. This has always been so. It is written large in our history.

So, too, have been other messages that dashed that hope, snuffed out the flame of promise. Those moments happened. They are the dark spots on our history. This is fact. This is truth. It happened. 

And we hang our heads in shame for each and every time such was the case.

But we have now. We have today. We have an hour and some energy to take another step and make a difference in someone’s life. Now and forever we have this time to act. To do good. To be ‘my brother’s keeper.’ All of the world’s history includes this phrase in one way or another in each of the religions adored by billions.

Yet there are doubters and naysayers. There are people who do nothing and smirk their victory.

They haven’t won. They have lost. Only those who answer the call witness victory.

Oh, the problems remain. We will always have them to challenge us. The poor we have among us always. So, too, the hurt, maimed and sick. It is the journey of life. We do it together or alone. Much better with others. It reminds us of our humanity and dependence on others. Just as they are on us.

I just wrote that. But I heard it somewhere else before. Wonder where that was? And when.

Might you know?

October 25, 2018