Thursday, November 19, 2015
Here's a video, if you'd like to meet these souls (and my brother).
All of this seeing and living and talking and listening takes place against the backdrop of a bruised and battered world. Not just Paris, not just the Russian airliner, not just Lebanon, but the screech of stump speeches, the war over refugees, the stories that are not getting told because of the stories that must get told.
How do any of us maintain our perspective?
I'm not sure I know.
I'm just sure that I have made a commitment to try to stay informed, to read the objective reports, to take into consideration multiple points of view, to not condemn a group of people for the actions of a small minority, to still believe, as my hero Terrence des Pres believed, that goodness is bigger than badness and still entirely possible. Also—and this is critical—to admit when I am wrong, to be willing to adapt, to conclude newly, to advocate more gracefully.
I am sad. I admit that I am. But if I allow the sadness to eradicate my hope or my faith in people, then I have been defeated.
I don't wish to be defeated.
And so I go out, I talk to others, I listen to others, I ask for their stories. I remain open to the possibility of good.
That is our responsibility, in these times.