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"Arise, Shine!"

1/7/2021

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Isaiah 60: 1-9; Matt. 2:1-12;
 
 Happy New Year! the ball dropped in Times Square to a socially distanced crowd – a handful of carefully selected essential workers and their families- at an event that normally draws tens of thousands of revelers.  The coronavirus didn’t miss a beat and continued to set records  of infection and death across the country. The divisions in our nation continues to cast its stubborn pall as conflict continue to drive us apart.  We yearn for the day when we stand united.

All these hopes and concerns are at the forefront today as we celebrate the feast of the Epiphany.  Wednesday is officially the last day of the Christmas season.  In the ancient church, Epiphany was the most important day of observance, not Christmas.  It is the feast of light. The in-breaking of revelation.

The gospel lesson for Epiphany is always the story of the journey of the Wise men, the Magi, some even call the Three Kings, from the Far East, bringing gifts to bear to the child Jesus:  gold, frankincense and myrrh.  But Epiphany also brings us gifts to carry into our new year. 

   The gift of epiphany to us, simply put, is that Jesus is our Light.  He is the “Bright and morning Star” (Rev. 22:16), “the Light of the world,” (John 8:26) that shines in our heart when we look within.   But Jesus’ light is no ordinary light.  The rabbinic writers in the Babylonian Talmud, the earliest commentaries on the Hebrew scriptures, talked of a hidden, primordial light of creation, light that God used on the first day of creation, “Let there be light,” is not the same light we experience as coming from our sun; after all, the sun and the moon are not created until day four. Instead, this first, primordial light was unique to God alone. Rabbinic tradition teaches us that this hidden light will shine once again during the days of the Messiah.  So this primordial light of creation is Jesus:  as the evangelist John declares:  Through him all things were made (John1:3); and  Psalm 36 tells us: “in your light we see light.”  In Jesus, Light Incarnate, Light in which we find light, we see how we are to live. To love. To forgive. To be community. 

Scientists tell us we that life as it currently exists cannot live and grow properly without light. We cannot see properly without light.  We would not have energy without light.  So it is with Jesus, we cannot live or grow or have energy without Jesus.

        We too are created by light and are light – light to the world (Matt. 5:14), Jesus says. He further instructs us: “let your light shine before all, that they may see your good deeds and praise your Father in heaven. (Matt. 5:16).

          And therein lies our challenge and choice.  Epiphany gives us the gift of choice. In our lesson from Isaiah, we learn that the people of Israel have been released from captivity from exile to Babylon. These people had been in exile for fifty years – a generation had passed, a new one begun.  They were permitted to return. What did they find?  The Jewish cities were in rubble and their homes were in rubble and their farms were in rubble and their temple was in rubble and their lives were in rubble --it was very much a new beginning – too much time had gone by to simply resume life as it had been. They would have to create new lives. But Isaiah writes with words of such hope: “Arise, shine, your light has already come…Nations shall come to your light!”   In the midst of trouble and despair, the people were directed to light. We can find light, in the choices we make about how we live. Light heals and rebuilds.  And so, the people of Israel rebuilt.  And their light was renewed. And through this light, the country was healed.

        So, epiphany leaves us precious gifts to begin our year:  Jesus is our Light – a light of creation, salvation and growth.  We too are creatures of light.  We are meant to shine.  But we too have a choice.  will we take the easy way or the right way?  Will we wallow in despair in the rubble created by COVID19, in the rubble caused by sin and false idols that seek to entice us, or will we choose light, compassion, and righteousness?

        As I recently heard: Hello, welcome to flight 2021. We are prepared to take off into the New Year. Please make sure your attitude and blessings are secured and locked in an upright position.  All self-destructive devices should be turned off.  All negativity hurt and discouragement should be put away. Should we lose Altitude under pressure, reach up and pull down a Prayer.  Prayers will automatically be activated by faith.  Once your faith is activated you can assist other passengers.  There is no baggage allowed on this flight. The captain – God – has cleared us for takeoff.
Destination Greatness. So rise - let your light shine!
 

        

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"Joy to the World!"

1/7/2021

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Isaiah 61:1-4, 8-11 , John 1:6-8, 19-28:  
        Many of you know my love for words and language. I delight to come across a new word and to savor its meaning. One of my favorite pages that pops up on my Facebook feed is “Grandiloquent Word of the Day,” which offers an obscure word for every day of the year.  Words like: honeyfuggle (to entice with flattery). Quoikerwodger (to pull the strings of an old-fashioned wooden toy – also a politician controlled by someone else.  Or Plisky (a practical joke).  Or for those who detest all things to do with zombies, ambulonecrophobia (AM-bew-low-NEK-row-FOW-be-ya (fear of the walking dead)!
Then this jewel of a word caught my eye: macarism. Macarism.  It means to find pleasure in being the source of another’s joy. How appropriate is it that this word enters into our vocabulary today, the third Sunday of Advent. The Advent day that asks us to reflect on joy to prepare properly for Christmas.  Our task today is to discover and claim the ability to be macarists – people who find pleasure in bringing joy to others. 
Joy is an attribute of God. Joy is a gift God’s bestows on us. Advent reveals a God who derives pleasure in being the source of our joy. A God who takes pleasure in finding joy in all God’s creatures and all of God’s creation.
     We know from the study of the scriptures God offers us daily doses of joy.  The Psalmist declares “This is the day that the Lord has made. Let us rejoice and be glad in it! (Psa 118:24).”  The prophet Nehemiah reminds us that “the joy of the Lord is our strength” (Neh. 8:10).        
     The imprisoned apostle Paul, wrote in chains to the early Christians, “Rejoice in the Lord always. I will say it again: Rejoice!” Phil 4:4).  Despite the trials we face, the burdens we bear, the extreme quoikerwodgering in the nations of the world, joy is our spiritual mandate. Joy is our strength.

We find joy in the gospels, especially in the in the details about John the Baptizer’s life. John was an intense man, someone we don’t necessary at first blush think as joyful. Yet he was. He inspired joy in many. Remember when the Angel Gabriel declared this prophecy about John, “he will be a joy and delight to you, and many will rejoice because of his birth?”  It is the unborn child John who leaps with joy in his mother’s womb when Mary, the mother of Jesus, enters the home of Mary’s kin, Elizabeth and Zachariah.  At the end of his career, as Jesus began his public ministry, with prison and death around the corner, John’s disciples began to complain about Jesus.  His disciples left John to follow Jesus.  John didn’t care.  John dismisses this at once, explaining, “the friend who attends the bridegroom waits and listens for him, and is full of joy when he hears the bridegroom’s voice.  That joy is mine, and it is now complete.   He must become greater, I must become less.” 

John’s is a life overflowing with joy.  Joy announced at his birth.  Joy filled him as he faced death.  John had a joy that enabled him to live boldly and speak truth to power. The clarity of his purpose, the singularity and purity of his thought, the consistency of his actions, produced joy. John is macarism at its finest.
        The prophet Isaiah along with John, are examples of people who denounce sin, expresses anger against hypocrisy, and stand for, like Jesus, for righteousness, justice, righteousness. Their example inspires joy.  Joy is there because their loves are rooted in fulfilling the will of a joyful God.  The poet Robert Louis Stevenson encouraged: “Find out where joy resides, and give it a voice far beyond singing.  For to miss the Joy is to miss all.”

On the day of Advent Joy, the lives of John and Isaiah are lifted up for us to ponder. Too often those who preach repentance or who stand for justice have a hard time experiencing real joy in their lives.  Anger at the cruelties and inequalities we see can dampen our spirits. The task of confronting sin and oppression takes a toll. The statistics are staggering. The work is endless.  Hope seems a long way off. Without the cultivation of joy, the work can become unbearable and we can turn bitter. Joy comes from being in relationship with God in Christ who makes us whole (not perfect, whole) and holy. Joy makes our witness irresistible.  Most of us gravitate towards truly joyful people – the macarists of the world, who are people connected to joy in all circumstances of life.  The 20th century evangelist Billy Sunday preached, “If you have no joy there’s a leak in your Christianity somewhere.”
        Joy is the spiritual habit that beckons us, especially as we commit ourselves to righteousness and justice. It is not surprising that Jesus, when he began his public ministry, deliberately selected excerpts from passage from Isaiah that integrates joy, justice and macarism. Consider once more a few of the lines from Isaiah:
The spirit of the Lord God is upon me-
..to bring good news to the oppressed, to bind up the brokenhearted, to proclaim liberty to the captives, and release to the prisoners; to proclaim the year of the Lord’s favor … for everlasting joy shall be theirs.
 
By choosing this significant, prophetic text from Isaiah, Jesus points out that everlasting Joy is our companion in a life that seeks to bring comfort, that restores health and wholeness, that uplifts the poor and the hurt, a life that exults in God.  Joy is our natural state, unmarred by sin. Joy is our birthright.  At our spiritual center we are macarists – we find pleasure in being a source of joy to others.

Advent joy would restore us as it points us to Jesus, because Jesus is Joy incarnate. Recall what the angels proclaim the night of Jesus’s birth: “Do not be afraid. I bring you good news of great joy that will be for all the people…. A Savior has been born to you; he is Christ the Lord.”

Advent also reminds us how Jesus, at the end of his life, right before his crucifixion, reassures his disciples, “I have said these things to you so that my JOY may be in you, and that your JOY may be complete” (John 15:11).  Jesus, like John, led a life overflowing with joy. Jesus, imbued with the Holy Spirit, was a card-carrying macarist.  He lived to bring joy and wholeness to others. Giving and sharing setting an example joy, expressed every day, no matter the circumstances.  

What is the new yet ancient word that will sustain us this season?  What word shall speak to us? That the spirit of the Lord is upon us?  Like all holy people, we will rejoice in God?  That we are people who continue to cry out in the wilderness? Rejoice always? To pray without ceasing? To give thanks in all circumstances?  That we are knit into the circle of happiness and joy? That giving is an expression of joy?
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This week, let joy be the word speak through us.  Let macarism take hold of us.  In this way, we become joy to the world.  Thanks be to God.

http://1stpres.com/wp-content/uploads/122413-The-Carols-of-Xmas-Joy-to-the-World.pdf
https://www.sermoncentral.com/sermons/mega-christmas-joy-mark-opperman-sermon-on-christmas-196661?page=3

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Christmas Eve Meditation

1/7/2021

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     The heart of Christmas is family. Each of us can recount precious memories, traditions such decorating the house, setting up the tree, cookie recipes handed down for generations, gift-giving, carol singing to just name a few.  What traditions are beloved in your family?  Our family get-togethers, well-loved activities are all rooted with the telling of the story of the first Christmas family.  The Scriptures tell us about a young couple, Mary and Joseph, who are expecting their first child.   As the birth approaches, Mary and Joseph discover they have to leave their home, their family and friends, to go to Bethlehem, 90 miles away, where they must register to pay taxes. The all-familiar tale reminds us there was no room for them in the inns.  They were already filled up with travelers.  Finally, an inn-keeper took pity on their circumstances and so they found shelter in a stable. There Jesus was born, not with extended family nearby, no grandparents, no aunties and uncles and cousins to help out, just the animals as companions.
     This sacred story takes on special meaning for us is this difficult time of COVID-19 pandemic.  For the first time in many of our lifetimes, we too, like Mary and Joseph, find ourselves separated from family and friends. Travel plans have been cancelled.  Parties have been nixed, replaced by meetings on Zoom. Room is limited to the very closest to us in our homes. No pictures with Santa this year. Quarantining and social distancing have resulted in families sending kisses through the window and leaving presents on the doorsteps.  Tomorrow morning, we will miss emptying stockings with family, to see who got the lump of coal handed down the years (A Smith family tradition in my home that can’t seem to die out).  No Christmas dinner with distant relatives at the extended table, the chatter of stories told as presents are unwrapped, hugs exchanged, and smiles warm our hearts.
      This year will be different.  We can appreciate very deeply Mary and Joseph’s dilemma celebrating their first Christmas.  It was just the two of them, with the newborn Jesus.  That is how the first Christmas began.  Despite being far from home, the love of Joseph and Mary did not diminish.  The baby still came, despite the harsh circumstances they faced. No breaks, no short cuts for the Son of God. Yet despite the difficulties they faced, their joy grew as they cared for, carried, protected Jesus. Somehow, they made it work.  Love was strong enough to adapt to these adverse circumstances. So, it is true for us.  Love will see us through, in the darkest of nights, the hardest of days.

Listen to this story of love manifesting in the humblest of circumstances. There once was a little boy new to an orphanage with Christmas drawing near. From the other children, he heard tales of a wondrous tree that would appear in the hall on Christmas Eve and of the scores of candles that would light its branches.  Instead of the orphanage's regular fare of gruel, they would be served fragrant stew and crusty, hot bread that special night.  Last, and best of all, the little boy learned, each of them would receive a holiday treat. He would join the line of children to get his very own orange. An orange?
     An orange! Of his very own? Yes, the others assured him. There would be one apiece. The boy closed his eyes against the wonder of it all. A tree. Candles. A filling meal. And an orange of his very own.   Christmas Eve was all the children had been promised. The piney scent of fir competed with the aroma of lamb stew and homey yeast bread. The boy watched in amazement as each child in turn eagerly claimed an orange and politely said "thank you." The line moved quickly, and he found himself in front of the towering tree and the equally imposing headmaster.
     I’m sorry young man, I’m sorry. But the count was in before you arrived. It seems there are no more oranges. Next year. Yes, next year you will receive an orange."
Brokenhearted, the orphan raced up the stairs empty-handed to bury both his face and his tears beneath his pillow.  The boy felt a gentle tap on his back. He tried to still his sobs. The tap became more insistent until, at last, he pulled his head from under the pillow.

He smelled it before he saw it. A cloth napkin rested on the mattress. Tucked inside was a peeled orange, tangy sweet. It was made of segments saved from the others. A slice gifted from each child. Together they added up to make one whole, complete fruit. An orange of his very own.
        We have been orphaned in so many ways this year. Traditions turned upside down. Yet in the most difficult of circumstances we have each other, and each of us can donate a slice of love, to bring the gift of love to someone to whom an orange is the world. We can still love in simple ways. COVID19 hasn’t taken that away from us.
May the example of Mary and Joseph, the example of those orphaned boys, the magnificent gift of an orange inspire us now and into 2021.  Because that’s what it means to be family. Merry Christmas and a healthy, safe New Year to all!
 

 
 


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"Songs of Love"

1/7/2021

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​Luke 1:39-56
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     I find one of most special, most blessed parts of the Advent/Christmas season is the singing of carols and popular holiday songs.  It’s wonderful to turn on the radio, crank up spotify or deezer, or youtube channels, pandora radio, or even commercial radio stations, and listen to the music for hours on end.  The COVID pandemic has put a crimp into our beloved habits of holiday singing, caroling, the traditional vespers service. We have had to modify the children’s pageant and we’ve toned down the Christmas eve lesson and carols.  It’s put a sad dent into the season, has it not?
     The Protestant Reformer, Martin Luther, wrote: “Next to theology I give to music the highest place and honor. Music is the art of the prophets, the only art that can calm the agitations of the soul; it is one of the most magnificent and delightful presents God has given us.”   
     Luke’s nativity contains a lot of singing. Mary hears that she is going to be a mother and during her visit to her cousin Elizabeth, she sings the amazing song we call the Magnificat as it is known in the Latin, or “glorify, make great, make known, revealing” in English. When the angels announce the birth of Jesus – they sing. When the shepherds saw the child in the manger - they sing.  When Jesus is dedicated in the Temple, the priest Simeon and the prophet Anna sing praises to God.  Jesus is welcomed in song.  What a wonderful way to welcome a newborn baby, with song.
     Mary song is solidly rooted in the writings of the psalms and prophets: she actually quotes parts of five psalms in her song. She mirrors Hannah’ song, the mother of the prophet Samuel who sang praises to God in 1 Samuel 2.  So, in every line of her song, this illiterate girl proves that she knows scripture. The stories of her people are deep in her bones and come alive.
    Mary’s song is not only a song about God’s justice, God making things right for us, but also a song of history, because in her, she acknowledges that the promises God made to her people’s ancestors, Abraham, Israel, would be fulfilled – fulfilled she proclaims in her son.  Mary sees herself connected to her people to the past, and to those of the future, who would see that she indeed was blessed by God. The God of the past, present and future come together in Mary’s song.  No wonder Mary’s song, known as the Magnificat, as is its title in Latin, became one of the most well-known religious canticles in western history.  It is the song that helps us celebrate Mary’s “yes” to God, prepares us for Jesus’ birth.  In Mary’s song we find an invitation to say “yes” to God as well, in join the chorus in these final days as we countdown to Jesus’ birth.
            That’s what great songs do, throughout our lives --if we take the time to find the songs that speak to us. Those unique songs that echo in our soul. They connect us to the past, to our ancestors’ voices, as we sing these powerful carols and songs of the season, we find our voice, “in the hopes and fears of all the years” as the “Little Town of Bethlehem” reminds us. 
        I recall the story how in one particular African tribe, the tribe gathers to sing the song of life to an individual. Whenever a crime or a serious anti-social offense is committed, the person is called to the center of the circle and expected to admit to the transgression. Then, the village sings their song of life to the child within the person. In this way, it is believed poor behavior is corrected by reminding the individual of who their real self in the Creator's eyes.   You can no longer be confused, lost, alone and depressed. When you know your song of life, you have two obligations:  The first is to find people who have a similar song and sing it to each other.  The second is to pass this wonderful custom down to the next generation.   In this way we support our brothers and sister in their walk, and we provide future generations with peace and happiness. 
         Today, we have a song that breaks through the silence.  A song given to us. A song to sing to each other. God will lift us up when we are low.  God will fill us with good things when we are hungry. Hungry for food, hungry for love, and acceptance.  Yes, God today reaches out as he always did, with mercy.”  Mary shares her song with us today. Because she wants us to remember. To connect – to the history – and find our future – and see a present, like hers, that God blesses.  And we must pass this Song on.
        we each are a song of God. We are a divine note hung lovingly in the universe that nothing can extinguish. No longer shall we forget – we promise Mary – we promise each other –in case we forget – our soul magnifies God.  God will do great things for us.  And Holy is his name.
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In Mary’s song and all the other transformational songs, carols, hymns we have come to know and love, we are lead to God’s love and blessing: and choose this telling quote to accompany her profile: “You got to dance like nobody’s watching. Dream like you will live forever, live like [you're] gonna die tomorrow, and love like it’s never going to hurt.” 
        Thank you, Mary –– for sharing so generously your songs.  We sing with you “For the Mighty One has done great things for me, and Holy is His name.”  So in this final week of Advent, let us indeed declare all the great things God has done for us.  Shout it out. Reveal it for all to see.  Sing it, if you can. Sing the carols and songs that capture what God has done for you.  In each song you hear, what speaks of the blessings God has bestowed on your life. Think about it, as you get ready for Christmas.  Let all these songs of love, connect us to each other, remind us who we are and who we are called to be, through the power of Christ our Lord.  Amen.



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"Voices of Peace"

1/7/2021

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Isaiah 40: 1-11; Mark 1: 1-8
 
     Coming from the Midwest, one of my favorite winter sights is the vision of the trees and ground coated in untouched new-fallen snow.  Despite the hassles that snow can bring, I still feel moved to peace and tranquility that a snowfall brings. As corny as this sounds, I think of the symbolism of snowflakes in this holy season: they remind of what religious writers describe:  That the exquisite uniqueness of each snowflake -- so intricate and small -- reminds us that Christ sees the individuality of each and every person. God calls every creature each by our own name.  Does not the prophet say, “Fear not for I have redeemed you, I have called you by name.” As snowflakes blanket the world in white the scriptures again declare that “though your sins be as scarlet, they shall be as white as snow.”
     Today is the Advent Sunday of peace. Our readings this morning lead us further to images of creation to give us another under-utilized image of peace:  the peace and comfort discovered as every mountain and hill is brought low. The peace of every valley filled.  The peace of every crooked path made straight.
     These mountains and valleys exist in our hearts. The mountains and valleys exist in the collective heart of humanity. Each of us has a life of highs and lows. Each of us know the gulf created by mountains of sin. We also know the valleys of depression and defeat. Furthermore, we find ourselves in a huge global gap between human predators of all stripes and shapes and the preyed-upon. Between the higher-ups and the lower downs. The haves and have nots.  The hawks and the doves.  The self-styled strong and the weak and heavy burdened.
   Consider just this one gap between mountains and valleys in our world:
The top three wealthiest people control the combined wealth of more than half the U.S. population. That’s three people own more than 160 million.
     The richest 80 persons on the planet have the same wealth as the poorest 3.5 billion people.  
     Now wealth in and of itself  is not necessarily a bad thing.  The issue is that the extent of one’s wealth should not condemn others to homelessness, illness, and suffering.  Advent reminds us there cannot be peace when humanity allows a minority in live lavishly on the mountains and the majority are consigned to valleys of woe.  The prophets Isaiah and John call us to the holy task of peace, peace in our hearts from following the ways of God, peace in our world as an extension of peace as an interplay of our interior life to our communal exterior life. Mary the mother-prophet of Jesus, sings in her great song that proclaims the holy leveling of God in Christ: “He has brought down the powerful from their thrones, and lifted up the lowly (Luke 1:52).”
Peace is the spiritual tool to bring down those mountains.  To raise up the valleys. To straighten what’s been made crooked in our hearts, in our world. This of how peace permeates our Christian life.
  When we say, “Peace be with you” in the passing of the peace, aren’t we actually saying, “May you live well!”  When the carol extols us to “sleep in heavenly peace” don’t we pray for respite that has conquered the mountains of worry or strife?  When we wish for the “Peace on earth” that the Christmas angels proclaim, don’t we confess a world free of conflict and war?
     Wait, there is more. Don’t the scriptures teach us that this is just the tip of the iceberg?  Peace envisions a better world for everyone.  We recall that the Hebrew root of peace means "to be complete" or "to be sound." Peace proclaims that it is God’s desire that all people get to live in a state of wholeness, health, safety, tranquility, prosperity, rest, harmony; free from agitation or discord, a state of calm without anxiety or stress.  That’s how we bring down the mountains.  That’s how we raise the valleys.
The New Testament adds another layer to this. Peace in the gospels can also imply, "to join or bind together something which has been separated or divided." That is why Jesus is called the Prince of Peace, or as Paul says, “he is our peace (Ephesians 2:14).” Jesus before his death could’ve blessed his disciples with anything, but he told them “Peace I leave unto you, my peace I give you (John 14:27).”   
    Jesus underscores the importance of pursing peace when he teaches in his beatitudes, “blessed are the peacemakers, for they shall be called children of God (Matt. 5:9).”  The task of peace is to bring God’s wholeness to earth.  Bring low those mountains, raise those valleys.   Jane Adams, the first woman to receive a Nobel Peace Prize, described it well: “True Peace is not merely the absence of war, but the presence of Justice.”
        This is the work of God’s peace. To bring down the mountains. To fill in the valleys. To make straight the crooked paths.  In our individual hearts and heart of humanity.  Listen to the following story.
“Tell me the weight of a snowflake,” a sparrow asked a wild dove.
“It is nothing,” was the answer.  “In that case, I must tell you a marvelous story,” the sparrow said.   “I sat on the branch of a fir, close to its trunk, when it began to snow. Since I did not have anything better to do, I counted the snowflakes settling on the twigs and needles of my branch. Their number was exactly 3,741,952. When the 3,741,953rd dropped onto the branch, nothing more than nothing, as you say-the branch broke off.”  Having said that, the sparrow flew away.
The dove, since Noah’s time an authority on the matter, thought about the story for a while, and finally said to herself, “Perhaps there is only one person’s voice lacking for peace to come to the world.”
     You know what? I may sound silly, but I reclaim the power of the single snowflake. The power of one voice. The power to wear down the mountain. The power to fill the valley. The power in unity to straighten the path. The power together to break the branch.   And when those mountains are finally worn down, when the valleys are finally filled, when the branch has finally broken and the path straightened, may we know peace on earth.  Peace in every heart.  
Thanks be to God.
 
 

https://www.scientificamerican.com/article/economic-inequality-it-s-far-worse-than-you-think/
http://www.pewresearch.org/fact-tank/2014/01/07/5-facts-about-economic-inequality/
http://www.cnn.com/2015/01/19/world/wealth-inequality/index.html
Read more: Are You in the Top One Percent of the World? | Investopedia https://www.investopedia.com/articles/personal-finance/050615/are-you-top-one-percent-world.asp#ixzz50bPBYFMW 






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