“The greatest and most powerful revolutions often start very quietly,
hidden in the shadows.
I needed quiet time this week. Time to grieve the horrors in the world, to be thankful all my loves are safe, to find my courage again.
It’s a sobering thing to be reminded how little control we have. To know we can’t always protect each other, can’t always help each other.
But we must keep trying.
I’ve felt a lot of fear this week. Fear for my friends and family in Europe, fear of unreasonable people who delight in murder and pain, fear for refugees facing backlash for obscene deeds done by others.
I’ve felt anger too. Anger with those who use this scary time to generate more fear, who pressure us to abandon love and compassion and stop helping those in need.
But I’ve also felt joy and pride as I see so many step out of their fear and choose love.
It makes me cry to see my friends collecting food and clothing for refugees who’ve lost everything, organizing support for newly landed immigrants, looking for ways to help, cheer, comfort, and heal.
The first group of Syrian refugees is arriving in our area shortly, and I’m so proud of the government agencies who stuck with their pledge to give them a new home and help them start over in spite of huge pressure not to. I can only imagine how scary this is for them, starting over completely, afraid of how they’ll be received, wondering what this new life of theirs is going to look like. I hope we can make them feel welcome and wanted.
As I look at these good things I can’t help but think that this is how we quietly, steadily change the world: loving our families, loving our neighbors, cheering on everyone who walks in love.
Wishing you peace and courage. xo