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Thursday, April 18, 2024

collateral renewal

You have heard of collateral damage. Now hear of collateral renewal. Every time we act in kindness, in mercy, in love: the impact of our actions radiates out to touch many more lives than the ones in our immediate vicinity. Others we do not know will be affected. The reverberations of our compassion will circle the world. Collateral renewal – healing rippling out, never ending.

                     Steven Charleston

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On Friday Jesus was put on a cross

He went by choice

A choice not to meet violence with violence

Hate with hate

 

He could, perhaps have cursed his tormentors

He could have rained invectives on those gathered around him

Those who had beaten him

Nailed him to a tree

In order to steal his breath

The breath of God within him

 

Instead from that cross rained down

Forgiveness

Compassion

Healing

Restoration

 

Drop by drop by drop

Love hit that immense sea of enmity

 

Creating ripples of renewal

That spread

Moving every outward

 

Transforming

 

His disciples who could have

In anger

Turned to violence

Didn’t

 

Those who could have luxuriated in resentment

Didn’t

 

Christ’s love

Creating collateral renewal

 

We all see those who

Drop hate and resentment into the world

Those create collateral damage

 

They create ripples of anger

And we

Alas

 

Become smaller

Harder

Colder

Crueler

 

They bring out the worst in use

And make this world hell

 

But still, love comes

Drop by drop

Filling us

 

So that we

“act in kindness, in mercy, in love”

 

We too have a choice

Even when the worst happens

Even then

To radiate compassion

 

To create collateral renewal

 

I don’t know what went on in the souls

The hearts and minds of the disciples

On that Saturday

During the great wait

 

But I hope what they heard were not the cries

Crucify him

But the gentle words

Forgive them

Today you will be with me in Paradise

Here is your mother

Here is your son

 

I hope I believe

That in that dead silence

Renewal happened

 

I pray that today

We, those who follow

Can choose love

That we can choose, even as we are assailed

By lies, and hate

By the abuse of power

 

To look with compassion

Even on our tormentors

Even those who wish us dead

 

That

We can act with kindness, mercy, and love

For what comes from the cross must be

Must always be

renewal


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