This young rapper is singing for his sister. Still living his own youth, he has grown to understand the struggle in life when you are seen as different. Through his words we hear compassion and a maturing sense of justice. Being seen as different is never easy, especially if it means that you are often excluded from activities in daily life.
I have always been sensitive to stories that pull at people’s heartstrings by taking advantage of someone else’s story. Growing up a kid with an obvious disability, I never wanted to be pointed out as different. Acceptance was what I wanted. Acceptance is what this young girl seeks.
Now is the time – our young people need to know it is alright to act on their compassion and concern for justice. To find the courage to stand up when they see wrong-doing and show a different way by word and example.
“let the quietness of God enfold… all who have no peace”. as we watch our world fill with people who have no peace, may these words be offered as an act of solidarity.
A broken globe
Come and fill our hearts with Your peace
A world in pieces
A broken heart
A heart in pieces
Come and fill our hearts with Your Love
There can be beauty in what is broken
And when the heart is broken many new things may fall in
Sending love to all who weep today
Sending healing prayers for all who feel broken
May we reach out and touch someone in need …
Mark Bozzuti-Jones (photo and text)
This world is broken. As anger and fear raises in volume, I reflect on a saying passed down for many generations. “Actions speak louder than words.” In this moment we have a choice. We can retreat in fear or step-out in faith to offer hope. We can give in to despair or reach out with kindness. Initially these actions may feel foreign as we work to move through our own fear and despair. Yet one act of kindness can draw out another, until the sounds of anger and fear are calmed by the echoes of care and compassion.
“Actions speak louder than words.” – for the sake of this broken world, let us choose to act in love.
Our practice is to find our true home. When we breathe, we breathe in such a way that we can find our true home. When we make a step, we make a step in such a way that we touch our true home with our feet. ((Thich Nhat Hanh)
with our heads held high and minds at work to navigate our way home. we are constantly seeking a place to belong – a place we can call ‘home’. during this life-long search, there is often little awareness of the ground beneath our feet. this is the ground that has been our home since the dawn of time.
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there is peace in the quiet found deep into the night. may this peace weave itself throughout the turmoil of our world, tonight and always.
… May today’s Sabbath touch you with the grace of peace.
(Blue Heron by Isaac Bignell, 1959-1995, Canadian Cree artist)
THE PEACE OF WILD THINGS
“When despair for the world grows in me
and I wake in the night at the least sound
in fear of what my life and my children’s lives may be,
I go and lie down where the wood drake
rests in his beauty on the water, and the great heron feeds.
I come into the peace of wild things who do not tax their lives
with forethought of grief.
I come into the presence of still water.
And I feel above me the day-blind stars
waiting with their light. For a time
I rest in the grace of the world,
and am free.”
we live in a time with the sound of the slightest night noise can awaken our hearts with worry. No one knows what to expect – bombarded with news repetitive and fantastical, our minds are filled with words of warning and images of horror.
We all need a guide to a place that settles our anxious hearts and reminds us of something greater – may Wendell Berry be that guide for you this day.