Who are we?
Who are we if we have not learned with all those who have gone before us?
Our lives are not fully lived if we are not willing to die for those we love and for what we believe.
Martin Luther King Jr. in Selma AL.
Can we find our way home?
Who are we if we are not willing to die for our children?
Who are we if we are not willing to protest, non-violently, against injustice?
Who are we if we turn a blind eye to the injustice that separates those of one color or heritage from another?
Who are we if we ignore our sisters and brothers and those who identify with neither of those gender designations, as there is only one certainty, and that certainty is that justice will not be available equally to all?
Who are we if we ignore who ends up on the streets? Who cannot find work? Who fills the jails?
And who gets to travel? Who frets about what can be taken away from them? Who has nothing to fret about, except where food and shelter from the cold will come from this winter?
Can you see in the darkness?
Can you see beauty even when there is no future to see?
Who are we?
And who are you?
Who am I?
Can we see the water for the weeds? The ice for the snow?
Will we find the safe path through what is before us?
Are you, are we, am I able to love your/our/my enemy as your/our/my neighbor as your/our/myself?
If you/we/I are/am unable to love unconditionally, even the enemy, then who are/am you/we/I anyway?
As for me and my household, since I am only one, I will serve the Lord,
and if that means I will die, then I will die for those I love and what I believe.
There is little sunshine among the treacherous cold rough waters ahead.
But I believe justice needs to be equal for all.
I believe by grace alone we all still stand
as long as we can still stand.