My Hope
Someday, I hope the life thread that weaves us together will light up the world as we recognize we are one. I hope that we will celebrate the life that flows through each of us in its eternal dance. Not just the life that flows through people who look like us or believe the same things we do or have the same sexual orientation as us but the life that flows through us all. I hope we will embrace the richness of our diversity and open ourselves to hear the harmony that yearns to grace our existence…if only we are willing to listen. We are not meant to be a mundane drumbeat or a song with notes of a single pitch, much less a cacophony of shouts exclaiming there is only one way to be good! We are meant to flourish together, so why do we cling to ideas that separate and divide humanity? Is it more fulfilling to seek our own echo than to challenge ourselves to understand one another and learn from each other? I hope we will find the courage each day to shed our callous—the callous that makes us forget what it’s like to be vulnerable…the callous that makes us too comfortable to question our beliefs…the callous that, if shed, will expose the tender humanity in us all, yearning for belonging and love.
