I wrote this reflection exactly one year ago in reference to a caravan of refugees headed to America from Honduras. The story is relevant not only for the original intention, but also to so many circumstances today. I thought I’d share my simple reflection in case you might relate.
I cannot tell their story because it is their story.
In the same way, no one can tell my story because it is mine.
But we will listen.
To their story.
And we will share their words.
And we will ask our children to listen.
And we will keep listening and keep sharing.
And we will continue to invite everyone to the table, to break bread.
To listen with our hearts.
Because, in your humanity, I find mine.
And in theirs, you will find yours.
Ubuntu. I am because we are.
No matter the story,
It’s important we listen.