As we in the West begin to emerge from our over year long journey through Covid-19, we do well to remember the fact of memory.  Memorial Day, the Mothers of Plaza de Mayo, and many more facets of remembrance should remind us of our tendency to forget the bad too easily.

    I say this because even as I write these words, over 450 people continue to die in the U.S. from Covid-19 every day.  Hundreds of lives continue to be shattered.  Hundreds of survivors continue to suffer.  And these hundreds pale before the hundreds of thousands who are dying every day in other parts of the world, people who live in nations that either couldn't get to the head of the line for the vaccine or simply did not have the funds to purchase it.  Their ordeal is far from over.

    Which means that ours isn't, either.  Our creator didn't make us to shun each other, to just grab "ours" and go on.  Not at all.  We're all image bearers.  We're all pictures of possibility, material and transcendent, on earth.  We're all human beings, and we're all together.

    As the Hebrew prophet Amos once said, "Let justice roll down like waters, and righteousness like an ever-flowing stream."

    The ball is in our court.

    By the way, I'll be traveling next week, and a bit beyond.  Thanks for reading!