Sometimes I feel so full of love & hope I think I could explode. Little moments, like a facebook "chat" with a far-away friend, or a spontaneous hug between brothers declaring their love for each other, almost bring me to tears. Sometimes the world is so full, so bright, so lovely. It almost hurts.
And I remember my beloved friends in the hospital - he with leukemia, she tending as a constant & loving wife & "nurse;" I remember the doctor I met tonight, a Palestinian refugee who lost his wife to disease and three of six daughters just a few months later to Israeli aggression, and yet refuses to be consumed by anger & hate; I remember the young woman I saw shivering with a "Cold & hungry; God bless" sign standing by the mall exit tonight. My joy is tempered; my hope is challenged.
I thank the Divine that I am sensitive & feel so much. I wish, too often, that I was able to be numb to it.
How do we transform this world? Dr. Abuelaish, this evening, spoke uncompromisingly about the need for action. What actions help to restore God's shalom to this world? I'm spending time with this. How can I restore justice to my corner of the world? It's not God's shalom, God's peace, without justice for all of God's world.
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