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Dear World – “Hearing the Other to Speech”

The power of story, of speaking our own truth, was experienced in dynamic and impactful ways last week as “Dear World” came to Lynchburg College. As a member of the planning committee, I had some idea of what might happen on our campus. However, I was blown away by the energy of heart, mind, and soul that transpired.

For those who may not be aware, Dear World is a facilitated process whereby individuals reflect on significant moments in their own lives then share specific details from a particularly meaningful experience with another person who in turn shares from their own life story.  Afterwards, a brief sentence or phrase from the story is written somewhere on the person to evoke curiosity as a way of drawing others into dialogue and conversation. Portrait pictures are then taken and shared widely in hopes that the story-sharing momentum will continue.

Over the two days that Dear World was on campus, I was struck over and over by the power of self-disclosure when participants were offered a safe space of mutual vulnerability and respectful acceptance. I listened in awe and admiration as students shared stories of their own struggles and trauma and how they had found inner resilience and healing. I marveled at colleagues who had overcome great challenges both personal and professional and who now were dedicated to ensuring that others in similar circumstances would find empathetic support and practical assistance. Maya Angelou was right: “There is no greater agony than bearing an untold story inside you.” Courage and bravery in speaking one’s truth resulted in responses of compassion and solidarity.

As I have continued to reflect on the phenomenon of Dear World, I am reminded of the words of theologian Nelle Morton: “Hearing of this sort is equivalent to empowerment. We empower one another by hearing the other to speech. We empower the disinherited, the outsider, as we are able to hear them name in their own way their own oppression and suffering.”

While not every story that was shared dealt with pain or loss, many individuals did choose to focus on difficult circumstances and their journey to integrate loss and hurt in ways that were ultimately life-giving and transforming. And with each personal narrative that was offered, it felt like another brick in an invisible wall that separates us came down and became instead a part of a bridge to connect us.

At last count it appears that almost 700 people participated in Dear World at Lynchburg College. Members of the planning team are already exploring ways to keep the momentum going so that the deeper sense of community we have experienced will continue to grow. If you participated and appreciated the experience of Dear World, I hope you will share your enthusiasm with others and encourage them to become involved.  If you are curious and want to learn more, please let me know and I’ll make sure you are included in our ongoing efforts.  In this season of Thanksgiving I am grateful to leaders like Kristen Cooper who brought Dear World to campus and to all who participated.  Your life stories have touched mine, and I am better because of you.  I look forward to more conversations and deepening dialogues in the future.

Thanks to the Critograph we now have a video that captures some of the experience – Link to Video. A collection of some of the portraits is also available on this page Facebook Album.

Peace, Anne

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A Blueprint for Living

This past Sunday I preached a message entitled “There’s Nothing You Can’t Handle,” from Psalm 27:1-6. The premise of my message was that despite all that David had gone through, Saul’s continued attempts to kill him, his parent’s sudden death, and now hiding in someone else’s home, David doesn’t give up hope. This is the scenario under which David writes Psalm 27.

When we look at the events of the past several months, it is easy to become fearful about what might happen next. It seems that we stumble from one catastrophe to the next and that we all are at the will of the events of the time. And in light of recent events, there are many things we’d like to fix, that we just can’t fix. It is at this point where I invite you to take the same stance David took. Be practical about the situation. David doesn’t put himself in harm’s way unnecessarily but practically operates with wisdom in his movement. He does not succumb to the despair of his present circumstances. Instead, he chooses to be hopeful, not blindly, but because he realizes that his God has carried him through tough times before.

Today I invite you to lean on your higher power during tough times. Don’t try to just “go it alone.” Remember that you are surrounded by a community of persons of faith; and in these times, we should endeavor to gather together, for we are all affected by these acts of senselessness. Take time – to unplug from the negativity, to care for the humanity, and to remember that all life is sacred. Disconnect yourself from the negativity and always do proper selfcare. As we look at the images and remember victims of another mass shooting which took the lives of persons as young as five years old and as old as seventy-two, don’t be drawn into the darkness, but intentionally stay in the light – the light of friendship, love and hope.

Friendship is necessary for comfort and support, love is necessary for strength, and hope gives us the will to go on day by day. So take a moment daily to be concerned about the health and welfare of others and yourself. Be vigilant in your awareness of your surroundings, but embrace moments of comfort and care.

One of the shining reminders on campus is the “LC LOVE” in front of Snidow Chapel. It is a daily reminder that there is more to focus on than just books and assignments, or fear and propaganda. We are a community of persons that embraces our differences and finds common ground in our common humanity. Remember that.

Be loved, be human, and be blessed.

Many Blessings,

Kevin

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Reformation and Change

I had the privilege of leading my daughter’s 2nd and 3rd grade Sunday School class last week. It isn’t my usual gig – I usually choose other opportunities to volunteer and enjoy an adult class during that hour. This Sunday though, the class members received their first Bibles from the church so I was giving a basic introduction to the Bible as a book. I showed them how to open the middle to the Psalms and taught them about the chapter and verse numbers and then showed them the “original” Hebrew and Greek.  They were both very excited.

In addition to Halloween, yesterday was the 500th Reformation Day. On October 31, 1517, Martin Luther nailed his “95 Theses” to the door of the castle church in Wittenberg, Germany. His ideas spread exponentially farther and faster than he could have expected due to Johannes Gutenberg’s recently-invented printing press, and they helped catalyze the Protestant Reformation. Whether or not you are a part of a tradition that traces its roots to the Reformation, the declaration that change was on the table for Christians ushered in a new understanding of the popular voice. Change was no longer only in the hands of the elite. Half of a millennium later the speed of change has escalated to a pace few can keep up with. Communities of faith are imperfect as ever, maybe more fragmented than ever, but maybe also more real.

No matter how you understand scripture (spoken word of God, inspired word of God, documents of individual experiences or even just myth), knowing that text and thought are living, breathing organisms makes the work we do in higher education possible. I don’t know about you, but I’d sure prefer to be a part of something alive than something lifeless and non-responsive. (But change is hard too.)

We are in a community in the midst of a great deal of change. It’s more than just the name. That may be easier than General Education Reform, construction projects, the changing needs of students and the changing marketplace. Some days it is hard to find things around campus that aren’t in flux.

My favorite commercial is from some years back. A man is driving a convertible drumming his fingers on a brand new series 4 computer box. He is humming and thoroughly impressed with himself and his purchase. He has the newest, most up-to-date model…until he drives by a billboard with a new ad going up announcing the series 5. In an instant, he has been outdone. It’s the same purchase he was happy with seconds before, but it has somehow lost value.

So, on this day, 500 years and 1 day after Martin Luther took a stand, we are still wrestling with many of the same institutions, the same human emotions and needs. Maybe we have better ways to deal with our anxieties around change, maybe some days we don’t. Try to celebrate change and be a part of the process, but please, if you are having a rough day, don’t put nail holes in the Chapel door.

Happy Reformation Day. Happy season of Reform and Change.

Blessings, Stephanie

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Finding Strength for the Journey

I am physically tired. After a wild weekend that included out-of-state travels and appointments, my body said, “No more work. Naptime!” Thinking I might gain a second wind if I crawled into bed, I grabbed one of the books vital for my doctoral work. Halfway through the chapter it was as if my body decided to take measures into its own hands. An hour later, my spouse gently asked me if I was going to sleep the entire night away. Not funny. Not funny at all. The panic that ensued after his salty words made me even more exhausted.

Welcome to the point in the academic calendar when reality hits and time becomes a hot commodity. Vital and necessary appointments become stressful as they carve minutes from our busy schedules. Eating becomes stressful. Breathing becomes stressful. Computer challenges send us metaphorically off the ledge, and if one more person tells us to “calm down, you will make it,” we will scream.

I do not know about you, but my mind is tired. My heart is tired. My soul is tired and as a result, my emotions are “off the chain.” Presenting to committee seems a far away dream and IRB a foreign language I am way too old to master. Add to these hurdles, day-to-day deadlines and meetings, a few students in their own exhaustion, the normal ebb and flow of two part time jobs, family drama, the declining health of my mother-in-law, and…too transparent? I told you I was tired.

I am not alone. The demands on your life may be different than mine, but I guarantee – I am not the only one wondering if I will ever feel rested and whole again. Our lives are complicated things infused with deadlines, and submissions, and assignments, and lesson plans, and meetings, and strategic plans, and health crises, and financial challenges, and family drama, and physical challenges… and sometimes we simply become tired. Being tired is a signal to slow down, to be still… to remember our humanity.

Sacred texts in many faith traditions offer words on solitude, reconnection and re-creation. The Judeo-Christian text speaks of Sabbath, an intentional time of communion with YHWH. Sabbath is to be a daily practice… a pause in the day’s chaos to acknowledge our humanity and realign us with the Creator.

If humanity is hardwired for Sabbath, as the text suggests, the question then becomes – what are we doing to position ourselves for Sabbath? As a fellow sojourner during these days, I offer a few suggestions:

  • Find a red chair around the Dell and sit for ten minutes. Set your phone timer, close your eyes (if possible take off your shoes and let your feet become one with the ground) and breathe deeply of the fall air focusing on the rhythm of breathing and the refreshing air.
  • Take a leisurely walk around the Dell between meetings or classes. Yes, I am inviting you to take the longest distance between points. Do not consult your phone as you walk. Check out the foliage, the skyline and the beauty of our campus.
  • Take a nap. Set your alarm for thirty minutes and become one with your bed. My brain is conditioned to hear my alarm in the morning so for naptime, I set the timer on my phone. Knowing there is a timer and a limited time for sleep, I settle into my nap more deeply. I have conditioned my body to welcome a five-minute “total relaxation” and I continue to be amazed at how refreshed I feel.
  • Begin each day with gratefulness. Welcome the new day and challenge yourself to see at least three positive things that day. In positioning one’s self for seeing the positive, expectation and anticipation become a part of the day’s journey. When I am expectant and in a state of anticipation, nothing seems ordinary. Everything is magical and full of possibility.

I could go on and on. Your faith tradition may have rituals you could implement, or you may have a ritual that has “centered you” along life’s journey. Practice it today. Recommit yourself to daily sabbath rituals and even go so far as to schedule time in your planner for it. Understand that sabbath time does not steal time from us; rather it fuels us for the journey by decreasing stress, bringing insight and discernment, and empowering chaos to become an agent of transformation.

May our Sabbath rituals empower, equip, refresh and fuel us as we push through to the end of the semester.

Katrina

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#MeToo #IBelieveYou

Social Media the last several days has been filled with posts with the hashtags #MeToo and/or #IBelieveYou in part to recognize October as Sexual Assault and Domestic Violence Awareness month. I was not surprised to see some of the people I know courageously share the fact that they were survivors of sexual assault. However, I am stunned by the sheer number of women and some men who carry the burden of these physical, emotional, psychological and spiritual wounds, and the trauma that results from being sexually assaulted. As a minister, it is even more painful to recognize that many of the survivors are victims of clergy. It makes me ashamed and sickens me to think that those entrusted as messengers of the “good news” may have forever ruined a person’s ability to trust a spiritual leader and perhaps even to trust that there is a God who cares about them.

According to a report from Democracy Now, “…the “Me Too” movement, started about a decade ago by the activist Tarana Burke. She says she began “Me Too” as a grassroots movement to aid sexual assault survivors in underprivileged communities, where rape crisis centers and sexual assault workers weren’t going. Burke said “Me Too” was about reaching the places that other people wouldn’t go, bringing messages and words and encouragement to survivors of sexual violence where other people wouldn’t be talking about it.”

To those who have chosen to bring light to this critical social issue by bravely naming themselves as a Me Too survivor, I Believe You. Thank you for your courage and your willingness to be vulnerable and transparent. I hope that bringing this part of your life story to light will be an important part of your healing journey and that others will feel empowered by your truth and find strength in solidarity.

To those survivors who have not chosen to publicly share their truth, I honor your choice and decision as well. Everyone’s path is unique and deeply personal. While what you have endured was completely out of your control, what you choose to do moving forward, and how you choose to live out your truth should absolutely be your choice and in your control.  Don’t let anyone tell you otherwise. I pray that you do have trusted family members and friends with whom you are able to tell your story and to feel heard, respected, and compassionately supported.

To those who reach out in support and compassion to survivors, whether in person or through a Facebook post, never doubt the importance of your willingness to be non-judgmental and fully present to a survivor. Your witness and choice to accompany others as they navigate their path to wholeness is critical.

As we gather tonight in the chapel for the annual Candlelight Vigil for Sexual Assault and Domestic Violence Awareness, I will be praying for an end to the tragedy of these crimes that affect far too many in our community. May all of us commit ourselves to working towards the eradication of this social sin, not only through our prayers, but through our actions of solidarity, education, prevention, and advocacy.

For more information and resources on campus see LC policies and resources  or check out https://www.rainn.org/.

Peace, Anne

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Sharing a Prayer

Last week Shane Claiborne, Christian activist and no-nonsense millennial offered this prayer.  It is more overtly Christian than I usually share in this space, but it speaks to my own level of frustration and hope for where we are in our world today…Stephanie

“This morning I had the honor of offering the opening prayer for Philadelphia’s City Council. I took one of our plows made out of the metal from a gun — and prayed for God to heal our hearts, our streets, and our world (and I did confess that I have been arrested in the same room I prayed this morning…). Oh, and yes that is a homemade suit. Here’s the prayer, although I did improvise a little. Feel free to use it!”

“PHILADELPHIA CITY COUNCIL INVOCATION (9/28/17)
Dear God—
Thank you for creating a perfect world. Forgive us for the mess we have made of it.
We pray for those who are suffering today. We remember our family in Puerto Rico.

We remember all those who suffer from violence. The sin that goes all the way back to Cain and Abel. Where the blood cries out to you from the ground. We remember the lives lost – the natives, the enslaved. Heal the wounds of history.

We remember all the lives lost. Trayvon Martin. Michael Brown. Sandra Bland. Tamir Rice. Freddie Gray. Eric Garner. Anthony Smith. You know their names. Each a precious child of yours. Have mercy on us.

We remember those seeking refuge today. You said to welcome the foreigner as if they were our own flesh and blood for we were once foreigners in the land of Egypt.
We pray — For immigrants and refugees. Women, men, children.
For the victims of war and persecution. For the addicted. For the homeless.

For the imprisoned and the tortured. For the widows and the orphans. Give us compassion
We know that when we welcome them we welcome you.

Heal our hearts Lord. Forgive us… For choosing ourselves over others.
For prioritizing the rich over the poor. For turning others into enemies.
For trusting in the sword more than the cross. For disrespecting the earth.
For creating a world where so many have so little… and so few have so much.
For building prisons rather than schools and building walls instead of bridges.
For forgetting the most vulnerable among us. Forgive us.

Deliver us O God. Deliver us from the tyranny of greed, and pride, and power.
Deliver us from the contagion of fear. From the myth of redemptive violence.
From addiction to control. From the seduction of wealth.
Deliver us, from the idolatry of nationalism. The ugliness of racism. The cancer of hatred.
The paralysis of cynicism. The violence of our silence. Deliver us.
From the ghettos of poverty. And the ghettos of wealth. Deliver us from ourselves.

I pray for these leaders of our City O God. Break their hearts with the things that break yours.
Give them eyes to see those on the margins. Give them courage to overcome evil with good.
Help them to disagree well, and look for the truth where they might least expect to find it.
Give them imagination that they might think outside the box.
Give them a vision for justice that is big enough to heal both the oppressed and the oppressors.
Give them compassion for our most vulnerable citizens.
Let them be driven by love not by fear.

Give us dreams and visions… for our City. And for our world.
Dreams of your upside down Kingdom where the last are first and the first are last,
Where the mighty are cast from their thrones and the lowly are lifted up,
Where the poor are blessed and the peacemakers are the children of God.
Where we beat our weapons into farm tools and study violence no more. And where every person has “this day their daily bread”.

Make this a City of Love. Where all are welcome… no matter who they are or where they come from.

I pray all this in the name of the God of infinite hospitality who welcomes us all.
The God who was born a refugee in a manger and died executed on a cross, who knows our suffering and is near to those with broken hearts. Jesus. Amen.”

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Body Language

Controversy continues to surround the action of Colin Kaepernick and other NFL players and a variety of athletes who have “taken a knee” or locked arms during athletic events recently in part to draw attention to the problem of racism in our country. While some, including our president, have judged such actions as disrespectful, unpatriotic, or worse, I tend to see it differently.

Deeply held beliefs and strongly held opinions about issues such as racism and inequity should be allowed physical expression. The actions of some do not preclude others from their own physical expressions such as saluting the flag, or holding their hand over their hearts during the national anthem or pledge of allegiance. If we value freedom of expression as guaranteed in the First Amendment in the Bill of Rights of the Constitution, then surely we can respect each other’s desire to express their deepest and most heartfelt positions in both word and gesture.

As a lifelong Roman Catholic, my faith has always had a physical expression. Before most prayers, including grace before meals, I touch my head, heart, and shoulders with the sign of the cross, remembering that God is present in my thoughts, my feelings, and my actions. During the celebration of the Mass there are times when we sit and stand and kneel, depending on what is happening during the service. We also shake hands or embrace in a sign of peace. We eat bread and drink wine, believing that Jesus is fully present in the meal of communion.

Through many years of being a peace and social justice activist, I have also given physical expression to my beliefs. I have marched countless times in solidarity rallies to draw attention to a variety of causes. One of the marches that stands out most for me was an anti-apartheid gathering in Washington DC in the late 80s. It felt like we processed solemnly for miles, chanting all the while “Free South Africa – Free the Children Now!” What a thrilling time when a few years later in 1991 that dream of freedom was realized. Years of protest marches and civil disobedience all around the world helped contribute to an end to horrific discrimination and segregation.

More recently, I was grateful to join Lynchburg College students, faculty, and staff last April as we traveled to our nation’s capitol to draw attention to the problem of global warming and climate change. We joined tens of thousands of others like us who advocated for reducing greenhouse gas emissions and lessening our carbon footprint. The day was sweltering, giving even more urgency to our marching around the White House.

When I think of peaceful protest marches, I’m reminded of the words of the iconic Jewish Rabbi, Abraham Joshua Heschel, who marched with Rev. Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr. as part of the civil rights movement. “I felt my feet were praying.” Physically embodying our deeply-held beliefs can be very powerful, both for those who are engaged in the action as well as those who witness and observe.

May we be open in mind and generous of heart in our observations and judgments of others who feel compelled to “speak out.”  Whether we hug a friend, take a knee, salute a flag, or march down a city street, may our words and actions align together, and may they be offered and received in a spirit of dignity and mutual respect.

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Spiritual Life 101

Autumn officially begins this week. The warm and oftentimes hot days of summer give way to cooler nights and the beautiful, cheerful colors of fall. Our campus will come alive with color and the many activities of college life. A part of that college experience can be developing, celebrating and/or being held up and comforted by your spiritual life.

Lynchburg Spiritual Life offers several opportunities for prayer and reflection on campus, including religious services and locations where you can express your concerns in prayer. On the second floor of Drysdale, almost directly across from the Campus Store, is our prayer wall. It provides a place to write down your prayer request on paper, on ribbon, or by using chalk on the wall. Someone from our office will read them and offer your concerns or petitions in prayer as we once per week wipe it clean. We collect the paper and ribbon requests as it becomes full and offer them prayerfully as well.

Spiritual Life maintains a presence on campus at our Spiritual Life Center house on the corner of Brevard and College Streets, Monday through Friday from 9 a.m. until 5 p.m. Please call or drop by if you would like for us to listen or pray with you or just be with you in a sacred space. We are a center that respects all religious traditions as well as respects when you are not necessarily inclined toward a specific religion or expressed spirituality. It truly is first and foremost about your journey which is as individual as you are unique. If you need someone from Spiritual Life after hours, just contact Security, and they will get in touch with our Minister on Call.

On Thursdays you may have noticed us in the cafe. We are there for Thankful Thursday. We provide cards for you to send to people on campus and cards and envelopes for people off campus you would like to remember as well. We will provide the postage and mail it for you. Sending someone a thank you note brightens their day and lets them know how much they are appreciated. It can also give each of us an opportunity to be thankful for the many people who are a part of our journey.

Information about weekly worship services on campus can be found below and left in this and each newsletter. And if you would like to connect with one of our many fellowship groups, you may explore by visiting the Spiritual Life web page. My prayer today is that you will know that Spiritual Life considers each of you a part of the Lynchburg College family and we will hold your concerns, triumphs, and difficulties in our space, hearts and prayers.

Kay Higgins

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Peace Above All Differences

Since the Spiritual Life Center sign has been missing for a while (the post fell over and it is just a long story), our staff had a conversation about how to use our outdoor space. The idea of a peace pole to stand for our commitments to diversity, justice, nonviolence, welcoming of all people, acceptance of all faith traditions, and personal respect rose to the top of the suggestion list immediately. The new Peace Pole is safely tucked away in the Spiritual Life “terrace level,”  awaiting its new location in the front yard at 500 Brevard Street. Our Peace Pole has eight languages printed on it: English, Creole, Hebrew, American Sign Language, Swahili, Spanish, Arabic and Cree and a Braille plaque.

Last April, Anne Gibbons and I were literally hollering across the upstairs hall working on the annual calendar trying to pick a day to plant the pole when we realized that September 21st is International Day of Peace (http://internationaldayofpeace.org/). It’s the perfect time—and the United Nations program “Together” for Peace (http://together.un.org/) could not be more timely.  “The International Day of Peace (“Peace Day”) is observed around the world each year on 21 September. Established in 1981 by unanimous United Nations resolution, Peace Day provides a globally shared date for all humanity to commit to Peace above all differences and to contribute to building a Culture of Peace.”

This year Spiritual Life is dedicating our new campus peace pole as part of the worldwide celebration. The phrase that jumped out for me in the UN materials is “peace above all differences.”  I can hardly imagine how different my own life would be if I put the common good ahead of my own petty emotions, my ego, and my need to be heard. Imagine if respect and concern for safety and dignity of others shaped our public policy instead of financial gain and greed. What if we made a worldwide commitment that no one would go hungry or that every child had access to education? We all know that this is naïve.  We are praying for folks in Texas and Florida. We are worried about Malawi, Haiti and India.  Ethnic cleansing in Myanmar and racial violence in our own state cause hearts to skip beats in pain.

I give thanks that there are so many on this campus who are committed to justice and the common good. I give thanks that our leaders speak out against hate. As a way to celebrate that we are all in this journey toward changing the world together, I invite you to come to the Spiritual Life Corner next week and help us celebrate a commitment to peace.

Cheyenne Prayer for Peace

Let us know peace.

For as long as the moon shall rise,

Let us know peace.

For as long as the moon shall rise,

For as long as the rivers shall flow,

For as long as the sun shall shine,

For as long as the grass shall grow,

Let us know peace.

Blessings, Stephanie

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Movie Review and Call to Action

My husband and I enjoy going to see movies on the ‘big screen’ and consider a darkened theater the perfect spot for a date night. After an especially long week, we may look forward to a romantic comedy to provide some relief from real life stressors. However, we’re also interested in films which challenge perceptions, provoke deep conversation, and maybe even move us to positive action. Two recent movies that provided the latter effect were “Detroit” and “Wind River.”

Without giving away the plot entirely, suffice it to say that “Detroit” is a remembrance of the riots that took place exactly 50 years ago when that city burned for five days, 43 people died, 1,189 people were injured, over 7,000 were arrested and more than 2,000 buildings were destroyed. Much of the movie takes place in the Algiers Motel, where three black men were murdered by police officers. The officers responsible for the killings were later acquitted.

“Wind River” was of particular interest to me, as I had listened to an interview on NPR with the director, and also having grown up in Wyoming near the Indian reservation which served as the focal point for the movie. Again, without spilling the storyline, the plot centers on the mysterious disappearances, rapes and murders of young native American women. While the movie was not based on one particular true story, a final credit flashed on the screen to bring home the point: “The FBI does not have statistics on missing Native American women, whose numbers remain unknown.”

I continue to be haunted by the movies which remind me that people of color, and people from traditions and cultures very different than my own, experience struggle and suffering in ways that I will never be able to understand or appreciate. At a time when white nationalists cry out to “take back America,” I recognize that many of my ancestors were responsible in some way for taking away the land and culture of this country from the indigenous tribes that were here long before Columbus arrived.

Similarly, I have ancestors that owned slaves who built up this country through their labor, blood, sweat, tears, and even lives. Yet generations of African Americans have been systematically denied an equal participation in the life of this country and continue to experience a different kind of economic slavery, to name just one of many injustices.

I wrestle with my privilege every day and struggle to find a positive way to use that privilege to confront the social injustices all around me. I recognize that there are no easy answers, but I pray that I will work to engage with others who share a desire to name and own up to our own complicity in injustice. May we band together in our common commitment to live out Gandhi’s truth by “being the change we wish to see in the world.”

Peace, Anne

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