Coming Home

” How beautiful on the mountains
are the feet of those who bring good news,
who proclaim peace,
who bring good tidings,
who proclaim salvation,
who say to Zion,
‘Your God reigns!’ “
~Isaiah 52:7

They’re all here in Washington DC. Hundreds of thousands of happy feet attached to hundreds of thousands of joyful warriors, bringing the joyful news that every human life has great purpose, great dignity, having been made in the image and likeness of God.

They’ve come from every corner of the country, and they’re so very, very young.

The other side is aging, and bitter. And angry. And hobbled by fear.

The good news of salvation being proclaimed here in the nation’s capital, that God loves us in spite of ourselves, and because of ourselves.

Every human being ever murdered was killed because they were perceived in some way to be a threat to someone else.

Fear.

Every baby killed in the womb has been killed because they were perceived by their mother or father to be a threat to life as the parent knew it.

Fear.

And so, once again, hundreds of thousands of citizens have come to the nation’s capital to call for an end to the slaughter. They come joyfully and in peace in the hopes that perhaps this year a few more hearts will be touched, a few more lives saved, and to announce that for so long as this slaughter grinds on, grinds our nation’s decency to dust, we will be here in greater and greater numbers speaking for the ever-increasing voices who’ll never be heard–until this national tragedy ends.

And it will end one day, not with a bang, but with an exhausted whimper.

But for now, these joyful feet are taking me over to the Mall for the March.