
Okay Happy New Year
Hope it is a healthy, prosperous and peaceful one for you and yours.
a place of peace. a place for peace. a place for peacemakers and peacekeepers to converse.
"If today you hear God's voice, harden not your heart."
How DOES Santa get all the way around the world in one night to every house?
Well, answers ranged from magic to fast raindear to good weather to Christmas spirit and then there was one that stood out.
A Touch of Science.
The child said.
He doesn't. It is night on our side of the world when it is day on the other side, so he only does half of the world in one night.
Now why didn't I think of that?
Prepare the way for Christmas Day.
No one else REALLY needs to be on time except Santa and the Train Engineer,You
know the engineer on the Polar Express-- The one whose watch says ON Time/ Late/ Almost or Early.She smiled. Yes, I saw that movie. No I did not remember the watch. Cute.
But by then the atmosphere had changed, the energy was no longer gloomy and impatient.It was almost as if folks shifted focus and were trying to think of something else besides the lines... Maybe they were thinking of my absurd statement.
Maybe not. I will not ever know. But it certainly had a transforming effect.
I felt a lot more relaxed and calm for the duration of my wait.Almost buoyant.
Try doing something like that this week.Disrupt the CRUNCH of the commercial corners in our lives.
Spread some peace and good will.Yes.
Even good humor
Once again, I was privileged to be present at a World Trade Center Memorial service. This, the fifth year, seemed especially significant, probably because the number 5 sounds different than four or six.
As always, those of us representing Red Cross gathered off-site at about 5 AM and went together as a group to the site, where we set up our tables of tissues, cookies and water…meager sustenance, but signs of manna in a desert of loss and sorrow, anger and pain.
This year, I was the Mental Health Leadership person at the “Family Viewing Area.” This is a long walkway area between the stage and the ramp to the “footprints.” From early morning, people lined the area, many with pictures of their lost loved ones, many with tee shirts with pictures and poems and other forms of remembrance for them, introduction to their loved ones for us. Overall, the entire site is filled with quiet sadness.
All day, I walked the area, carrying with me a box filled with our tissues, cookies and water, sustenance in the desert. As the first sets of names were being read, a young Marine asked me to speak with a woman who seemed very upset. As I started to walk towards her, the first bell tolled, calling to our attention the first plane crashing into the building. I, with everyone, stopped, standing in my aloneness and in my connectedness to all those around me.
Then, I walked over to the woman, a mother held in her grief. We hugged and spoke with our eyes. I, never a linguist, spoke with her in my terrible Spanish, saying (I hope) “the pain is always there, isn’t it?” She nodded, sobbed, held me tightly, as I held her. For several minutes, we were one in the grief…and in the recognition that it would be part of us forever.
When I went back to my “line of command,” the young Marine and I shared a look of gratitude to each other. I was impressed at the sensitivity of this young man and of his understanding that it was best for him to reach out; he, glad to have had someone to reach to.
Throughout the rest of the day, I extended the kindnesses which make us the human community…a bottle of water, a pack of tissues, a fig Newton bar or pack of Oreos, reminding us of younger and better days. Throughout the rest of the day, I felt deeply the power of the reciprocity of compassion. All of us were hurting; all of us were part of the healing.
At three o’clock (how significant) the site of Ground Zero, the place of the footprints, was closed. I had just before that made my last visit to this sacred ground. We do not know if or where our lost sons and daughters, mothers and fathers, relatives, coworkers and friends will be commemorated next year.
For the grieving mother there is, now and forever, even within her heart, no final resting place.
Christians and people of faith have a responsibility to care for the environment. God calls us to be stewards of the Earth, and taking care of creation is both a sacrament and a duty of religion.
In the words of Elizabeth Johnson, CSJ:
In our day the human race is inflicting deadly damage on the life systems that keep this planet a habitat for life. The twin engines of destruction are over-consumption and overpopulation. In 1950 the world numbered two billion people; now, at the turn of the millennium it numbers six billion; and by the year 2030 there will be ten billion persons on the planet. Think of it this way: the Earth's population will have multiplied five times during the lifetime of someone born in 1950.
To translate these statistics into a vivid image: another Mexico City is added every sixty days; another Brazil joins the planet every year. Our species now uses up resources faster than Earth's power to replenish itself. By a conservative estimate, in the last quarter of the 20th century, 20 percent of all living species have gone extinct. We are killing birth itself, wiping out the future of our fellow creatures who took millions of years to evolve. We live in a time of a great dying off.
I invite you to another view of this Passion.
Peace be to you.
So, too, do we strive to honor your life
with our living and being.
Often against all odds, being in concert with truth.
Remembering on March 4th
the most positive day of the year,
we March Forth with memories of you held in our hearts.
Recovery from discord lies in stillness.
Wait.
Wait patiently.
Be still.
Be still and wait in patience,
for God’s promise is forever.