A migrant people

Humans are a migrant people. Before the land was marked, we walked into the furthest corners of the earth. By mystery even the furthest islands were settled.

It is the dust of the earth: carbon, that gives us life. In its abuse we make our stewardship pain. Pain for the earth. Pain for those who still walk. Truly we need forgiveness, for we do not know what we are doing.

The healing of our great act of earth harm begins in love. But the harm will not be swiftly healed. Among the consequences will be migrations driven by the earth’s own pain. Unimaginable numbers of people may move. Through love our own lives may be preserved; even if we too join the newly walking peoples. Love is the only security for the wanderer and alien. In love, they are not other: they are us.

Our love is powerful, yet we know its limit and passing nature. Absent love, hatred and evil grows. Evil tears our dreams, condemns people of good will, and grows in power through every insufficiency of love. The only certain hope is the love that is God. It is the security by which all peoples may live and breath, and in it is the defeat of evil from everlasting to everlasting.

Every disruption brings fresh life. Life grows in goodness and hope by means of the love which is God. God-loved life pulses with luminous joy. It is the warrant that harbour and welcome may be found. It is a living fire, to be seen, not hidden. It is needed now for our broken world.

Let the wicked forsake their ways
and the unrighteous their thoughts.
Let them turn to the Lord, and he will have mercy on them,
and to our God, for he will freely pardon. Isaiah 55.7

First published in the Ampfield Messenger 5 September 2020