How did we ever get to this place, this moment, this shared bit of civilized pavement where we meet as friends and mutual-created family?
Didn’t it short time ago seem unlikely, so much a sappy-sweet sophomoric-simple dream? Something we would deflate and deride in irony-laden moments of eye-rolling chatter.
Yet here we meet and greet, bumping into one another, warm and unhurried, turning to greet our new neighbor with a smile rather than the hard glance of challenge and turfsmanship.
We. Are. Here. Together. To make change.
How extraordinary when you even pause a minute to think of it – and yet, in retrospect, how simple and ordained.
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Today, on the Feast Day of the Chair of Saint Peter, the day that commemorates the chair where the Apostle Peter sat to oversee services after Christ’s death, tens of tens of thousands gathered before the Lincoln Memorial, under the sage vision of the seated Abraham Lincoln, as Barack Obama inaugurated the inaugural celebrations of his ever so imminent inauguration, with song and praise; a celebration in song and spirit of hope an renewal.
And, just a tiny Thank you, God, for preserving Pete Seeger long enough to have this final, powerful validation of his pure vision.
We may never fully know what today meant to him; but i think we can imagine and be grateful.
This land, truly, is your land, mine, and ours.
Let us preserve, protect, and renew it. Amen.