March 21, 2014
Over and over the question arises from whatever group I am having a conversation with, “Why?” At first blush it would seem a little crazy and for a long time it appeared that way for me, yet I heard a phrase today that lingers in my brain, “no one human being is more human than another.” I march for my fellow human beings – no matter, those I love and those I don’t.
The idea that this country that has solved so many big problems cannot solve the issue of poverty is ridiculous and undeserving of a nation that traveled to the moon.
We allow people who are poor to linger in the outer regions of our community because on some level it’s not personal to us; we are not rubbing against the scourge of poverty minute by minute, day by day.
I am marching because I was called by God to bear the burden of God’s People, to “Hear Our Cry.” I am marching because now I clearly know – one step at a time – that’s how we get this done. I will do my part, I will begin, and I will step up.