While going through my clothing
at the change of season
I long for a walk-in closet.
But then, I remember
that some families live in houses
the size of a walk-in.
Still others search for home
via boats on the harsh November sea.
I cannot fear those shivering children
or the parents who flee with them from violence.
I will not buy the idea that an entire people group should be shunned as evil.
The world has endured at least one such holocaust
and we ask how it could have happened.
It happened because one person at a time chose her own comforts over the well-being of others.
I've lived a life of near constant tranquility.
Therefore, should some random act of violence
take my breath away,
I ask for the grace to die praying for the perpetrator.
Praying that he or she discovers the same Peace
that seems to have so randomly selected me.
Samaritan's Purse volunteers putting arms of Love around grateful refugees.