A weekend spent in discussion of justice.
Reminded of the pain, the sorrow that fills our world.
The impossible choices that so many face.
Mothers, fathers…the choice of doing something horrific or watching their children starve.
Hearing life stories of those who have become invisible to the average American. To me.
Being amongst 4000 people, 46 states, 8 countries. Our voices raised in anguish, in anger against the injustice that exists in our world.
And then, we head home. Our hearts have been broken. Our heads swimming with ideas of ways to help.
It is not hopeless because now there are a few more of us to give a voice to the voiceless, to bring hope to the hopeless and to bring justice where there is none.
It starts with me. It starts with you. In our neighborhoods, communities. If we work together, we can make a difference in this world.
Justice is a Garment and Love is a Thread!