DNCC Day 2: Who will heal the land?

"Who will heal the land?"

That's what I just heard Senator Raphael Warnock ask.

"Who will heal the land?"

It won't be anyone supporting Donald Trump. They have no healing powers in them. They are leeches, bleeding the body politic. They are bedbugs, biting you and preventing you from the rest you so need.

They are a plague on the American conscience, as Sen. Warnock said. They are the disease. They are the Black Death, seeking to ravage this country and this world.

Do justice, walk kindly, and be a good neighbor. Who is your neighbor? Jesus stated it quite clearly. Humanity is your neighbor. The parable of the Good Samaritan teaches us this. The "righteous" passed by the victim on the road. The outcast Samaritan bound his wounds, took him to an inn, and paid for his care.

"Who will heal the land?" We will. Bit by bit, inch by inch. We will heal the land. We will do the work of tikkun olam. We will find the shards of God's Shekinah on this fallen world and reunite them, until we walk in justice, kindness, and love.

"Who will heal the land?" We will. For we have no other choice. "Healing the land" is not just some hippie slogan. It is a political call. It is a call to action. We teeter on a precipice. We can fall into the abyss, or pull back, and plant seeds, and make the world that land of milk and honey promised to humanity in all its wisdom traditions. Promised, but never fulfilled, for we have to do the work. It will not be given to us. Nothing is ever achieved without blood and sweat and struggle. We must heal the land as an act of pure love, and as an act of the most basic political self-regard. An act of good is an act of good politics.

People are tired. They are soul tired. They tire of the division. They tire of these incessant culture wars, which we on our side had thought we'd won. And the damned thing is that we have won them. But our opponents have nothing else. They offer no positive program. They offer nothing which heals the land. They sow salt in the soil. They curse the land they cannot have. They curse those who till that land. If I can't have it, let creation burn.

No, my friends. We will not let them burn this precious earth. This is our one home. This is our only home. We have no plan B. We reclaim this land and heal it, or we perish. It is that simple. 

"Who will heal the land?" We will. And we will do it with joy. We will do it with laughter. We shall sing as we heal this land, this fallen world. For the power is within us to do amazing things. We have wonder-working power. We are the creators of our destinies. 

"Who will heal the land?" Look in the mirror. Stand and look. There is your answer.

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