A journey of ease ...

I have been thinking a lot

about the refugees ...

Syrian ...

Afghani ...

Eritrean ...

Iraqui ...

Moms, Dads, babies, little boys washed up on the shore

Desperate. Frightened. Traumatized. Sometimes dead ...

I cannot even imagine what life would be like

if I had to leave my home, my country, my comfort

simply to save my life.

When I hear politicians say,

"Americans just want to win again."

I wonder ...

in what way

do we think we are not winning every single day?

In our homes.

In our freedom.

In our grocery stores.

In our cars.

In our coffee shops.

In our safe beds.

So much "winning" we have

become numb to it.

And somehow end up calling it "losing."

I don't get it.

I love this poem called Sojourn.

It reminds me that when we talk about our times in the "desert,"

it has a distinctly different meaning 

from real life in real desert

in a real effort

to stay alive.

Sojourn

We are high up in the sky
flying over the Sahara,
eating ice cream the color
of the sand below.
We are encapsulated from it.
We have transcended it.
We do not have to plod through
its extremes with chafed skin
and parched mouths while staring
at the endlessness ahead of us.
We know a journey of ease,
exempt from the experience
this desert has exacted
since the dawn of time.
Our deserts are different now.

(Joel Kurtz)

Today, when you wake up

in your warm bed,

with warm water

and warm coffee,

would you pray for those who

haven't been "warm"

in years?

And would you please,

please,

understand that if ever a group of people have won,

it is

us.

Tags: Called to Community, Living Truthfully, The Marginalized