There was another shooting, this time at a university. Last week it was a synagogue. We have lost count. We can’t name every place where there has been a shooting of more than one person and we certainly can’t name all the individuals affected by gun violence. Our minds and hearts and spirits are numbed.

There has been more hate speech, on the television, radio, social media. Our minds and hearts and spirits are numbed.

June Jordan wrote a poem, For South African Women, that ends with the lines,

And who will join this standing up
and the ones who stood without sweet company
will sing and sing
back into the mountains and
if necessary
even under the sea:

we are the ones we have been waiting for.

We can’t stay numb. We must do something. We are the ones who need to sing, to stand, to work for peace, to offer love. We are the ones we have been waiting for. If we don’t do the work, even our little bit, it won’t get done. That is what it means to live a resurrection life. May we do it. May we be it.

Blessings,

Cynthia