Marching for a cause. A great idea!
There’s a
Chinese proverb, says Father Greg Boyle, that says, The beginning of wisdom is to
call things by the right name.
I’m thinking
about Fr. Boyle’s explanation this morning, as I’m reading and hearing accounts
of kids responding to the school massacre in Florida. In his book, BARKING TO
THE CHOIR, Fr. Boyle says, “We want to
find the right name for what was done to us, for what turned us around, for
what is happening to us now. We all want to find our maximum capacity. And when
that desire is strong enough, we find the legs to walk us through the hallway,
down the path, on the Good Journey.”
He was
referring, or course, to former gang members. But the words also seem to apply to the
thousands and thousands of demonstrators who are grabbing headlines today.
God bless
these kids, who---unlike many state and federal legislators---have found the right name for what was
done to them. They’re now “finding the legs” to keep walking on what is
certainly a good journey!
I love to
see people marching for good.
I love to
see old film clips of the civil rights marches! I loved it when women marched
on Washington! I love to see teenagers holding public office holders
accountable for their shameful inaction…marching to their state houses,
marching to the nation’s capitol, marching to the white house.
My hope, my
prayer, is that someday we’ll see this kind of support right here in Michigan,
when it comes to issues involving prisoners. Like the topic of guns,
prisons and prisoners are not popular, either.
I’m hearing
about wrongly convicted persons who served years of prison time for a crime
they did not commit, yet cannot collect the money the state promised them.
I’m hearing
about prisoners deserving clemency for a variety of very justifiable reasons,
yet so far, no hint of a heart by this Governor.
I’m hearing
rumbles about parole reform that would include “presumptive parole,” meaning
that deserving inmates would get out at their earliest release date. Yet, no
action.
May the
determination and optimism of these courageous teenagers be contagious!
May God give
us the wisdom and the insight to “call things by the right name.” And then to
find our legs to walk the good journey!
Unlike the
kids, I’m 81, and in, what we politely call, the “sunset years.” But in my mind
I’m marching!
Critical
issues affecting prisoners, like those touching teenagers, deserve our attention.
Now.
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