So this weekend is Christ the King Sunday, time to contemplate, among other things, what Christ the King looks like. Our youth went to an event a couple of weeks ago called "Celebration of Confirmation" where they sang, worshiped, saw skits and heard about the issue of youth homelessness. Julia Dinsmore, a local poet and activist, was also there. I hear in my mind some of the words of her poem, "My Name is Not 'Those People'":
...My name is not "ignorant, Dumb or Uneducated." I
lived with an income of $621 with $169 in food
stamps. Rent is $585, that leaves $38 a month to
live on. I am such a genius at surviving that I could
balance the state budget in an hour.
The wind will stop before I let my children become
a statistic. Before you give in to the urge to blame
me, the blame that lets us go blind and unknowing
into the isolation that disconnects us, take another
look. Don't go away.
For I am not the problem, but the solution.
And... my name is not "Those People."
Lord, when have we see you?
picture by Kristie Bretzke, local artist