That everyone, everywhere, will live in just and lasting peace. That people really will beat their swords into plowshares. That the sick will be healed, the suffering will be comforted, the hungry will be fed, the lost will be found.
OK, it’s a big dream. It seems downright impossible, doesn’t it?
Well, that didn’t stop Dr. King from dreaming, and it isn’t going to stop me, either. Because once we give up, it’s all over but the shoutin’.
On the other hand, what good is a dream, if it doesn’t have a foundation in reality? What can we, the individual Jane or Joe, do to make it happen?
We can believe it’s possible. God said it was, and I believe Him.
We can be kind. What goes around, comes around, kiddo.
We can give folks the benefit of the doubt, one by one, as we meet them. I know I’ve certainly needed grace and the patience of others, every day of my life.
We can remember that we’re all in this together, and it’s sink or swim.
This cowgirl is for swimmin’, big time.
Come on in. The water’s turbulent, but we’ll stay afloat if we keep our heads.