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Elizabeth Browning



Tuesday, June 27, 2017

All roads lead to us

“When you fly across the country in an airplane the country seems vast; but it isn't vast. It's all connected by roads one can ride a bike down. If you watch the news and there's a tragedy at a house in Kansas, that guy's driveway connects with yours, and you'd be surprised by how few roads it takes to get there.”
                             Donald Miller, A Million Miles in a Thousand Years
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like it or not
we are all connected

like it or not when something happens to one
it happens to all

when a person gets shot in Virginia
the road to that baseball field
leads to the end of my driveway

when a person loses their insurance
my well insured life is left more vulnerable

when someone is angry
it hurts us all
when one is joyful
we are all to rejoice

it has been said many ways
no one is an island
we are family
we are the body of Christ

and so we must speak with care
act with care

when there is a tear in the fabric
we cannot widen the wound
we cannot make it deeper

for our own benefit
the pain of the family
cannot be exploited

instead we must treat this “body” gently
we must treasure this family
no member is expendable
not the crazy Uncle
not the cruel father (or politician)
not the inebriated cousin

not the poor
the hungry
the naked
the imprisoned
the oppressed
the minimized

we must what we can
as best we can

for we are all connected
all roads
lead

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