COMMON GROUND

By Lisa Huddleston

Look!

Listen!

Have ears that are open

Have eyes that can see

The signs of the times

And the voices from our pasts

Are all around

 

Ancestors

Our very own

whom Mr. Trump would trump

whom Mr. Bannon would ban

Immigrants, slaves, and disenfranchised

Oppressors and oppressed

Our very own

Call and are calling to us from their graves

 

Remember the wars of the past

Of the present

The ways your people our people all people

Died and are dying for being in the wrong skin at the wrong time

 

Do you hear them

Can you see their faces

In the bleeding cities

In the mirror

From potato fields and

killing fields

From long journeys and

Trails of tears

How can we turn away from

Turn our backs on

Turn our faces from

Those who cry today

For help

For love

For justice

 

The signs of the times

Of all times

Of what has been and will be again

If it must be–let it not be

These signs are all around

 

With clear eyes and unstopped ears

Listen!

Look!

 

And act to stop the unstoppable

EVERY DAY IS A GIFT

By Lisa Huddleston

My favorite gifts!

My favorite gifts of 2016!

It’s been said that every day is a gift. And I do believe that’s true. But did you ever get a gift that didn’t fit or that you simply didn’t want? You’re sitting in the family circle around the tree and the youngest cousin is handing out the presents and you’re watching each present being opened and the receivers are smiling and thanking the givers and all you can think is, “Why the heck did I get this?” Of course, you paste on a smile and say thank you like all the others in the circle do, but inside you hurt a little. How can your own people not know you any better than to give you this? Do they really see you this way?

And then, of course, you wonder how many of your specially chosen gifts have been received with the same internal consternation. Did everyone like the gifts you gave them? Did they feel as though you did or did not know them? Ugh.

Gift-giving is hard. Gift-receiving can be even harder.

The past few weeks have been full of difficult days. Yes, they have been gifts, and I have received them, and there have been many I would have returned had they come with a receipt, but that’s not the way life works. We get the days chosen for us, and we learn to live with them. We find a place on a shelf or a table where they kind of work into the décor, and we manage to squeeze them into the tableaux of our lives.

Yesterday was a hard one to find an appropriate place for, but it will come to me eventually, and someday it will look just right on that shelf. Just not today.

This is the day that the Lord has made. We will rejoice and be glad in it [even if we can’t be glad with it]. (Psalm 118:24)