As he went ashore, he saw an immense crowd; and he was deeply moved with compassion for them, because they were like sheep without a shepherd; and he began to teach them many things. Mark 6:34
Who restores your trust in the kindness of humankind?
Listen, learn, be led!
This is how we come to know
who to love, how to serve, and as a faithful flock be fed.
On the crosswalk
I saw him
step right in front of me.
Head bent, as in prayer,
bravely he flashed a look.
In one eternal instant
brown eyes met grey,
and what might be menacing appeared monastic.
I’m not a statistic
I’m not the inches in somebody’s column…
I am at odds with all that requires me to be a symbol.
I insist on being real. Kathy Galloway
Fear breeds mistrust,
presenting parasitic opportunities
to make some predators and others prey.
How many of your younger sisters and brothers
are daily endangered in predatory cities?
How much life is threatened by soulless predation?
And who will tend such troubled souls,
and attend to lives without opportunity or refuge?
Who cares for the trafficked, fragmented flock of the Holy One?
Beware pastoral pretenders, trapped in trappings,
who wield authority by blaming and shaming,
lambasting the lost, ignoring the wounded.
We too become predators
when we allow diabolical dread and rapacious greed
to divide us and lead us astray.
The Holy One is my shepherd, I shall not want. Psalm 23:1
Engaging deeper expectations, prophetic people meet rejection.
Persecuted by the presumptive powers they threaten,
they are caricatured as wolves.
Such prophets are not people ahead of their time.
They are simply single-hearted souls
who have penetrated the signs of these times.
Called in crisis,
they sound alarms with urgency,
but only because there is much to be alarmed about.
How can modern Christianity have so solemnly folded its hands while so much of the work of God was and is being destroyed? Wendell Berry
Focused by the lens of faith,
their surgical critique illuminates what is not,
to highlight what and who we might become.
Prophetic people are truth-dwellers.
Gathering the scattered, they refuse to inhabit the gloom
by choosing to walk together toward what can and will be.
With the medicine of mercy
they brew a tonic of hope
and begin to rebuild what has been ruined.
May you embrace every prophetic opportunity
afforded you this day
to be folded back into this fuller flock.
One light; many candles.
One sky; many stars.
One sea; many rivers.
One Love; many hearts. Noel Paul Stookey