I am a wanderer. I would say that I am a seeker, but sometimes I have no idea what I might be seeking, so I will stick with wanderer. This blog is more a public journal than anything. I don't claim to have life figured out. I simply stumble from mystery to mystery, and share my reflections along the way. Sometimes I feel burdened, and trudge. Sometimes? Well sometimes grace breaks through, and its time to dance.
Friday, September 8, 2017
Bending history
“Few will have the greatness to bend history itself, but
each of us can work to change a small portion of events. It is from numberless
diverse acts of courage and belief that human history is shaped. Each time a
man stands up for an ideal, or acts to improve the lot of others, or strikes
out against injustice, he sends forth a tiny ripple of hope, and crossing each
other from a million different centers of energy and daring those ripples build
a current which can sweep down the mightiest walls of oppression and
resistance.”
Robert F. Kennedy
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In a time like this
When those with the most power
Refuse to stand up for justice
Refuse to act with true compassion
Neglect the vulnerable
And Support and even enable racism, hate and greed
It is difficult to believe
That we can bend history
Difficult to believe, that I, an aging, tired
Small church pastor in a remote corner of Oregon
Can do anything about the pervasive injustice that
Permeates our land
But that does not mean that I don’t try
There are words to be spoken
Words to be written
There are actions to be taken
No, I probably will never influence a congress person
But I can listen
I can care
I can encourage, and forgive
I can be generous
The ripples I make are so small
So very small
But if you make your own ripples
Perhaps together…..
perhaps
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