I had a tumultuous traveling day, flying from Newark to Birmingham, Alabama, with a layover in Detroit. I forgot some important items at home, which will make my travels difficult. Tonight I find myself visiting with old parish friends before I tour civil-rights sites in Alabama and attend a teachers' conference in author Harper Lee's hometown. How ironic to find myself here, in a state that has endured so much violence and racial strife, on the day a Florida jury found an unarmed black teen's killer guilty of absolutely nothing. It can be so discouraging, this search for justice.
I am heading to sleep, praying fervently for peace, and thinking about the lovely drawing my friends' five-year-old daughter presented me with after she came bounding out of the house upon my arrival. I am reminded, once again, that we all belong to Another.
"...We arise, no matter what the time or the cost, and we hasten to help, to console, in assuaging Christ's pain in others. As we love Christ in our neighbor, he will draw us unto himself. Christ always comes to us in others."
Catherine de Hueck Doherty