Another level of transformation, and perhaps a far more frightening one, takes place once we withdraw from the flurry of public activity that creates this illusion of action to listen for a divine word inviting us to consider what it is in each one of us that must change in order for the world to be made new.
What do you call a person like this Samaritan, who somehow manages to see through the veil of history and perceive not just another ethnic enemy almost dead, but a human being fighting for life? I wonder if they’d have called him a race traitor.
That’s what is waiting for us on the other side of nationalism, of racism, of tribalism. New Creation. A new peace beyond borders. A new world without war. It starts one conversation at a time, with each act of welcome, with every stranger welcomed into our homes.
By Proclamation 