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Christmas is here a holiday for which many wait for all year long.

As a child, the anticipation can be overwhelming.

First, the idea is implanted that a fat jolly elf will visit in the night and leave each good girl and boy their heart's desire.

The child is told to wait.

Once the story fades, older children go on a safari in search of the presents in the back of the parents closet.

They can't wait to know if they will get what they asked for.

We're all told to wait for various milestones in our life.

Wait to have sex.

Wait to drink.

Wait to drive a car.

Wait to vote.

Wait to marry.

There are however life events where waiting spells disaster.

We don't wait to save a person who is drowning.

We don't wait to put out a fire.

We don't wait to see if the roof will fall in during an earthquake.

We don't wait to catch a person who is falling.

Or do we?

If we know of a person whose life is on the edge do we remain silent?

Do we hold a judgment that the person deserves their fate?

Do we tell ourselves that they must have done something wrong and they are being punished?

If a child is choking do we turn our backs and tell ourselves they don't believe in the same god like me, so they deserve to die?

No, we act immediately, we don't wait.

What are we waiting for when it comes to taking care of each other?

Love demands more.

To follow love every aspect of it's meaning will fill your life.

It is not always pleasant.

It will nag you.

It will push you.

It will whisper to your conscience to do more.

It's easy to like those you know.

A child does that.

But love asks more of us the older we get.

It asks us to be aware of the suffering, of the fear, of the hopelessness around us and it asks us to act.

Waiting on someone or something else to make life better is a self-imposed delusion of conscience.

We are all only guaranteed this time this place this space.

That's precisely why life is precious.

That's why all the children, all the adults, all of us need each other to make a better world.

The milk of human kindness is felt best at this time of year.

It's the time when the spirit of love can speak through the roar and din of life and reach our understanding.

With a little determination, with a bit of practice, the reach of love can extend beyond this time.

This place.

With a little help from all of love's friends, a brotherhood of humanity can be now.

Don't wait.

You don't have to wait.

Do right.



Forces Film, Again Begin

The Seed Cannot Grow


The end of the growing season is here as Fall descends across the country.

Apples are gathered, the last of the tomatoes are eaten, a pumpkin is placed on the table waiting for the first frost to dust our neighborhoods.

The ground outside that gave of its abundance will change with the season.

Winter will come, and the fields will become cold and hard.

Cold and hard.

Our nation has become cold and hard.

Like a sudden winter the snow is flying and shrill words of discrimination, of hatred of the other whistle through our communities.

That voice of hatred of the other yells in our social media.

Hearts that are cold and hard will not have space for compassion and reason.

The seed cannot grow.

How long will this season of blindness be?

Great work was done by peoples of the past.

They broke that hard ground and stood in the breach of racism, of anger, of hatred.

They were pioneers, The Freedom Riders, the Four Little Girls, Martin, Malcolm, Rosa.

But what happened to the soil that was broken by those pioneers?

The garden of freedom needs attention from every generation.

The garden was left unattended.

The soil became hard.

The weeds of ignorance and intolerance grew thick.

The tree of freedom dropped its seed upon the ground and soil that lay beneath could not receive it.

The seed cannot grow.

Seeing an opportunity the conservative minds in our country fed the beast of ignorance and intolerance for political power.

The conservative leadership stoked the flames of anger and resentment.

It wasn't hard.

It's actually an easy thing to do to convince people that they are not responsible for the mess that the garden of freedom is in.

Try telling anyone that they are responsible for their own mess.

No, it is far easier for men and woman to believe that someone and something else is responsible for the economic and social hole they find themselves in.

Consequently, at the end of the long series of bad actors that have strutted self righteously across our political stage, you get Donald Trump.

Do you feel that?

Do you feel that wind that is blowing?

Do you feel the change in the season?

Just as spring comes after winter the earth moves and brings a new season.

Unlike any other seed, the seed of freedom can crack the hardest ground.

The seed of freedom needs just one drop of water, just one person to change the season.

Are you that one person?

Are you that one person to awaken and tend to the soil of the garden for freedom?

It doesn't appear that you'll be alone.

I hear a song welling up across the nation.

The song of hands working together to bring that day of the brotherhood of man can be heard.

Join together, pull some weeds, water the tree of freedom with me.




Forces Film, Again Begin