So I don’t think I’ve ever made a video where I was such a snotty mess…
It’s the good kind. I swear.
My hometown is on fire this week. Massive, out of control, raging fires. So I’ve been watching the story closely.
And this morning I woke up to a Facebook post that sort of wrecked me.
It was just a list.
But a list of businesses donating food, offering clothes and free bowling and pet boarding and miniature golf and internet and housing…
and the list just kept going and going…
I guess I was just really touched by the caring. By the spirit of love in the face of catastrophe and despair.
The last few days I have been undone by that energy again and again. My eyes just keep welling up with tears.
I’m in Birmingham this morning— having traveled up from New Orleans to Jackson and heading to Atlanta.
The last four days have been confusing and opening and inspiring in so many unusual ways.
Teachers who have given their lives to breathe into kids and believe in their futures…
White folks who moved here as teens to ride busses and lay on floors during the Civil Rights movement…
Pastors and storytellers and organizations that are championing goodness and change.
And that in the face of a really ongoing disaster. One that started hundreds of years ago and has not really changed.
It has me wondering if it sometimes takes a tragedy for us to come together?
It makes me wonder if these natural disasters are in some strange way gifts from the earth to challenge us to see we are part of something together?
It also makes me aware of the disasters that just get so drawn out that they lose our attention. That we forget about the radical need. Or that caring still brings out the best of us. And is part of what we can always choose.
It’s easy to turn on the tv and forget that. To think that humanity is one big mess and there is nothing we can do.
But there is so much we can do!
Open our homes. Our hearts. Our conversations. Our resources. Our questions.
Gratitude for everyone in California who is reminding me of that today. And so many in the South.
And what role can each of us play in that journey along the way?
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