I was trying to think of something hopeful or profound to say to welcome in the New Year when I came upon a quote from an ancestor – one of the founding members of the Quaker movement. Our life is love, and peace, and tenderness; and bearing one with another, and forgivin
What if we all woke up every morning, looked out at the rising sun and expressed gratitude for another day of life? How many days would it take until we began to feel gratitude. How would that change us? What would that mean to our families, neighbors and community?
Having the right to vote was a hard-won battle. I am old enough to remember the civil rights movement. That any citizen – and especially blacks and women – would entertain the idea of not voting is sickeningly shocking to me. I get cynicism. But it is a deadly disease for