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The sky has
looked like this often this week and given the political atmosphere today, it
seems an appropriate painting.
Today, in
searching for wisdom to help me navigate these stormy times, I remembered an
essay by John Lewis in which he describes a terrible storm he experienced as a
child. He and his young cousins were frightened because the small house where
they were, was beginning to lift off its foundation. His Aunt Seneva told the
children to gather hands, move toward the corner that was rising, and together
they held the house down. He recalls the many storms of the civil rights
movement when people of conscience stayed, joined hands and moved to the corner
of the house that was the weakest. He says in what seem prophetic words today, “But
we knew another storm would come, and we would have to do it all over again.
And we did. And we still do, all of us. You and I. Children holding hands,
walking with the wind. That is America to me----not just the movement for civil
rights but the endless struggle to respond with decency, dignity, and a sense
of brotherhood to all the challenges that face us as a nation, as a whole.”
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*From: “Walking
with the Wind” In “The Impossible Will Take A Little While
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