A lovely, deep essay from Steve Garber over at Art House America on repairing the world:
But I also remembered one very snowy night in December some years ago with a houseful of friends there for his annual Sanacostia party when a group of guys with masks came in with guns in their hands and violence in their hearts. Hearing the worst words that anyone should ever hear, David’s and his friends’ lives were threatened, and their belongings were stolen. No one left that night feeling very merry about Christmas.
To care about the world is complex: full of hope we are, but before all is said and done, we will have heartache too. And the messes we find are not ones that we can leave behind very quickly or easily. Scars scar. But days have passed, years have come and gone, and now the house will be sold; David’s fingerprints are still there, and will be.