Into a sea of faces I march each day, intrigued by the
interactions of people.
The world tells us we are so different: religion, gender, who we love, our skin color,
our language.
Sometimes I like to imagine the world in monochrome with the volume off. When I see the world that way all I see is billions of souls who laugh, smile, hurt, cry, and long for the touch of another soul.
Are we that much different from each other?
Are the barriers created by man or machines, by God or by
governments, by disorder or by distance?
I follow Jesus because he loved them all; but how did he
accomplish something that we fail at every day?
If He was human just like us, don’t we have the same power
to love and show compassion, to cry with the lonely and hurt with the broken
down?
So I move forward, putting steps between me and the clamor
of the world, between the world’s negativity and hate and the powers and
distractions that beg for my attention.
I choose love, as simplistic and boring as that sounds. Love that covers a multitude of sins; that moved Jesus to compassion and to pity for those who lived without it.
The sea of faces longs for this love. May they find it and be thankful with each
breath for the gift of life; each rise and fall of our chest a reminder of the
journey we all share.
May love be the last thought on our minds as we slip the
bonds of earth and move toward our common destiny, knowing that love will show
us the way there.
