When the announcement was made on Friday, I was shaking...
VOICES OF OUR YOUTH UPDATE:
“I am the one whose voice can change the world.”
After two months of vigilance and hard work, the seventh and eighth grade students of ACS saw their efforts come to life in an amazing Evening of the Arts, March 5. Last Thursday evening, the elementary auditorium was full of sincere honesty and generosity as the ACS community gathered to hear the hearts and minds of the Class of 2013 and 2014. Audience members were entertained, challenged and moved by the “Voices of Our Youth” and their desire to improve the lives of the children of Virgen de Fatima Orphanage in Obrajes. Because of the hard work of our seventh and eighth grade students and the generosity of many throughout the Zona Sur, over $2,300 was raised and over 5,500 diapers were donated to improve children’s lives in our local community.
If you would like to continue supporting the seventh and eighth graders in their quest to aid the children of Virgen de Fatima, you can purchase a Voices of Our Youth T-shirt for 70bs or make a donation by emailing Lyndsey Deane at ldeane@acslp.org. If you would like to relive the evening, you can also purchase a VOOY DVD for 50bs by contacting Ms. Deane.
Thank you goes out to our 40 local sponsors as well as the ACS community for supporting this very worthy cause.
Saturday, March 7, 2009
Friday, February 27, 2009
The Meaning of VOOY
The Meaning of VOOY
Have you ever heard of kids who aren’t taken seriously and truly these kids are right? I am one of those kids/teenagers. This is why VOOY is so important to me, and it should be to my classmates. VOOY stands for “Voices of Our Youth” and the reason it’s important to me is because it’s the only time that I’m taken very seriously.
In this event, all of the kids in 7th and 8th grade present our opinions on matters of life and the world. We all work for a reason: helping Virgen de Fatma orphanage and Para Los Niños. Last year we were able to help build another house for the orphans and they were very thankful. We visited the orphans and we saw how much they appreciated what they had, so we donate all the money raised to help make the orphanage better. I know the people who come to VOOY will be entertained and they will see how our opinions on matters can make a difference.
If you would like to help us make a difference by purchasing a ticket or making a donation, please contact: Jessica Delgado, School Counselor 279-2302 ext. 219 or jdelgado@acslp.org
-8th grade student
Voices of Our Youth.
“I am the one whose voice can change the world.”
March 5, 2009.
ACS
19:00 P.M.
Have you ever heard of kids who aren’t taken seriously and truly these kids are right? I am one of those kids/teenagers. This is why VOOY is so important to me, and it should be to my classmates. VOOY stands for “Voices of Our Youth” and the reason it’s important to me is because it’s the only time that I’m taken very seriously.
In this event, all of the kids in 7th and 8th grade present our opinions on matters of life and the world. We all work for a reason: helping Virgen de Fatma orphanage and Para Los Niños. Last year we were able to help build another house for the orphans and they were very thankful. We visited the orphans and we saw how much they appreciated what they had, so we donate all the money raised to help make the orphanage better. I know the people who come to VOOY will be entertained and they will see how our opinions on matters can make a difference.
If you would like to help us make a difference by purchasing a ticket or making a donation, please contact: Jessica Delgado, School Counselor 279-2302 ext. 219 or jdelgado@acslp.org
-8th grade student
Voices of Our Youth.
“I am the one whose voice can change the world.”
March 5, 2009.
ACS
19:00 P.M.
Wednesday, February 18, 2009
A Different Voice
So this is what is happening, but instead of me telling you about it secondhand, I'll let you hear it straight from the "horse's mouth".
Voices Of Our Youth.
VOOY, yes we did do it last year and yes it was fun.
VOOY, Voices of Our Youth, is a way for us, middle schoolers, to express what we think or what we feel. This is an opportunity for parents or any adult to hear and see what is going on in our heads and how every single one of us has a different way of looking at the world and people.
To me VOOY means being able to say and present what I really believe in without people laughing at me. It’s a great way to express yourself because it doesn’t have to be a written paper, you can present you thoughts in any way you want. Anything creative is fine because that is expressing yourself.
VOOY also means helping children and people. The money that we make goes Para Los Niños and Virgen de Fatima orphanage to help those children who are not as fortunate as we are. They build new “casitas” and buy new playground equipment.
-ACS, 8th grade student.
Do you want to help us help these children? Make a donation or buy tickets from: Jessica Delgado, School Counselor 279-2302 ext. 219 or jdelgado@acslp.org
Voices of Our Youth.
“I am the one whose voice can change the world.”
March 5, 2009.
ACS
19:00 P.M.
Voices Of Our Youth.
VOOY, yes we did do it last year and yes it was fun.
VOOY, Voices of Our Youth, is a way for us, middle schoolers, to express what we think or what we feel. This is an opportunity for parents or any adult to hear and see what is going on in our heads and how every single one of us has a different way of looking at the world and people.
To me VOOY means being able to say and present what I really believe in without people laughing at me. It’s a great way to express yourself because it doesn’t have to be a written paper, you can present you thoughts in any way you want. Anything creative is fine because that is expressing yourself.
VOOY also means helping children and people. The money that we make goes Para Los Niños and Virgen de Fatima orphanage to help those children who are not as fortunate as we are. They build new “casitas” and buy new playground equipment.
-ACS, 8th grade student.
Do you want to help us help these children? Make a donation or buy tickets from: Jessica Delgado, School Counselor 279-2302 ext. 219 or jdelgado@acslp.org
Voices of Our Youth.
“I am the one whose voice can change the world.”
March 5, 2009.
ACS
19:00 P.M.
Saturday, January 17, 2009
Again We Begin.
Here's to another year and to all the blessings which have been bestowed. Holiday travel was priceless; time with friends and family, irreplaceable. Ok, well the travel, maybe priceless is not the word, but the quality time, definitely irreplaceable.
As I look back at the time that has passed, I am thankful for more than words can say. I pray that as time continues to pass, my heart is and always will be in a state of gratitude. My holiday readings have lead me to believe that one has to look back to move forward, or possibly just around. It's hard to not be cliche this time of the year and for all the talk of new beginnings and fresh outlooks, it seems as though not much change or simply the new year's "refreshment" is short-lived. Maybe each month we should have such a benchmark to evaluate the quality of life? But does life truly allow a person the time to do such?
What a shame. Oh, did I answer that question?
Where are we in life that we can't live? There are so many coulda, woulda, shouldas. And with examining each one it seems as though a person is not in a place of improvement or growth, but lingering to some extent, indefinitely. Again, is that where we are to be? "To be or not to be?" To linger or live?
My brother aggravatingly noted over a holiday meal that most "cutting edge art" these days is saying the same things it always has...we have problems. Sounds cutting edge to me. But how about state something we don't already know, suggestions for truly something cutting edge, new, successful, even disastrous. We don't dare do that though. Lingering comfortably in our fear and concern for the state of the world and the inevitable crisis approaching is a much better state in which to live. Now, I apologize to him for my lacking and possibly somewhat skewed summary of his comments, yet honestly, what would this world look like if we stopped dwelling and wallowing in the hurts of the world? I am not suggesting ignorance or apathy, living beyond our means or putting our heads under a pillow. But I place before you the opposite, life. Conversely living aware, open to what is currently transpiring within our communities and beyond what our flat screen, plasma box of emotion or articles of fear (online or paper) lead us to believe. Have we stopped thinking and coming to our own conclusions entirely? Do we question if possibly the box could be wrong?
Now I understand that opinions may differ and people will clash, but is not firsthand experience and application two of the best practices of learning? Does learning not aid growth? Is not growth a part of life?
I hate the stereotypical technology debate. Is Technology helping or harming our world? I feel as though the subject of the question is incorrect. I believe it would be better if stated as, Is the user of technology helping or harming the world? Is the user/operator of _________________ helping or harming the world? We as humans have power and choice. We were all given minds and talents. We are living in a world of "endless opportunities". Such things are unfortunately not accessible to all people, yet the truth still lies in not what, but who and how. Who is acting how, with what intentions?
People have been witness to unimaginable travesty throughout history, and sadly, more of those times are imminent. Nevertheless, it is inevitable that joyous times are here and will continue to come. Who and how. Who are we and how are we spending our time, using our talents?
"Never doubt that a small group of thoughtful, committed citizens can change the world; indeed it is the only thing that ever has." Margaret Mead
To what are we committed? To the greater good, which we too will benefit, or the small sphere in which we operate everyday? We desire our lives to be fruitful and joyous, however we lose sight that the life we live in not just a small community, but a larger world. There are intimately tied, eternally effecting the other. There is no escaping the world, people, culture, life. At times we try so desperately, yet is that not what we are earnestly seeking?
"Seek first His Kingdom and His righteousness and all of these things shall be given unto you." All people have life; we all seek to love, be loved and live in that love. Why is it that we fight when what we seek is love? Again, who and how? Gandhi was a smart man. "Be the change you wish to see in world." A young man I ran with in high school said, "Don't talk about it, BE about it." If we want love, we need to be love. All Jesus did was love. And if you love him or hate him, he loved. Enough to die to show and share his love with anyone who is willing to recognize it. You don't have to like him, but there is no denying, He was and still is the ultimate exemplar of what we all so desperately seem to be seeking. In His kingdom there is no fire and brimstone, no alienation, no sword, just life. He promises Life. A life. God brought it here openly to share with the world.
I pray that each of us live openly sharing what we seek to find in this new year.
As I look back at the time that has passed, I am thankful for more than words can say. I pray that as time continues to pass, my heart is and always will be in a state of gratitude. My holiday readings have lead me to believe that one has to look back to move forward, or possibly just around. It's hard to not be cliche this time of the year and for all the talk of new beginnings and fresh outlooks, it seems as though not much change or simply the new year's "refreshment" is short-lived. Maybe each month we should have such a benchmark to evaluate the quality of life? But does life truly allow a person the time to do such?
What a shame. Oh, did I answer that question?
Where are we in life that we can't live? There are so many coulda, woulda, shouldas. And with examining each one it seems as though a person is not in a place of improvement or growth, but lingering to some extent, indefinitely. Again, is that where we are to be? "To be or not to be?" To linger or live?
My brother aggravatingly noted over a holiday meal that most "cutting edge art" these days is saying the same things it always has...we have problems. Sounds cutting edge to me. But how about state something we don't already know, suggestions for truly something cutting edge, new, successful, even disastrous. We don't dare do that though. Lingering comfortably in our fear and concern for the state of the world and the inevitable crisis approaching is a much better state in which to live. Now, I apologize to him for my lacking and possibly somewhat skewed summary of his comments, yet honestly, what would this world look like if we stopped dwelling and wallowing in the hurts of the world? I am not suggesting ignorance or apathy, living beyond our means or putting our heads under a pillow. But I place before you the opposite, life. Conversely living aware, open to what is currently transpiring within our communities and beyond what our flat screen, plasma box of emotion or articles of fear (online or paper) lead us to believe. Have we stopped thinking and coming to our own conclusions entirely? Do we question if possibly the box could be wrong?
Now I understand that opinions may differ and people will clash, but is not firsthand experience and application two of the best practices of learning? Does learning not aid growth? Is not growth a part of life?
I hate the stereotypical technology debate. Is Technology helping or harming our world? I feel as though the subject of the question is incorrect. I believe it would be better if stated as, Is the user of technology helping or harming the world? Is the user/operator of _________________ helping or harming the world? We as humans have power and choice. We were all given minds and talents. We are living in a world of "endless opportunities". Such things are unfortunately not accessible to all people, yet the truth still lies in not what, but who and how. Who is acting how, with what intentions?
People have been witness to unimaginable travesty throughout history, and sadly, more of those times are imminent. Nevertheless, it is inevitable that joyous times are here and will continue to come. Who and how. Who are we and how are we spending our time, using our talents?
"Never doubt that a small group of thoughtful, committed citizens can change the world; indeed it is the only thing that ever has." Margaret Mead
To what are we committed? To the greater good, which we too will benefit, or the small sphere in which we operate everyday? We desire our lives to be fruitful and joyous, however we lose sight that the life we live in not just a small community, but a larger world. There are intimately tied, eternally effecting the other. There is no escaping the world, people, culture, life. At times we try so desperately, yet is that not what we are earnestly seeking?
"Seek first His Kingdom and His righteousness and all of these things shall be given unto you." All people have life; we all seek to love, be loved and live in that love. Why is it that we fight when what we seek is love? Again, who and how? Gandhi was a smart man. "Be the change you wish to see in world." A young man I ran with in high school said, "Don't talk about it, BE about it." If we want love, we need to be love. All Jesus did was love. And if you love him or hate him, he loved. Enough to die to show and share his love with anyone who is willing to recognize it. You don't have to like him, but there is no denying, He was and still is the ultimate exemplar of what we all so desperately seem to be seeking. In His kingdom there is no fire and brimstone, no alienation, no sword, just life. He promises Life. A life. God brought it here openly to share with the world.
I pray that each of us live openly sharing what we seek to find in this new year.
Tuesday, December 9, 2008
Place your VOTE, AGAIN!
Last year I asked you to place your vote on different blogs that my students at ACS created. It is that time of the year again, and if you have any extra time on your hands, it would be great if you could do it again!
This year there are two grade 8 Technology classes and their blogs have just been opened to the world. Now the competition begins and there is pizza going to the winning team! Does this all ring a bell from last year?
Sooooo...with that said would anyone interested take a quick look at the 2 different blogs which the eighth graders created and see which one you think is the "coolest". My definition of "coolest" would be: interesting and clear theme, reader friendly, aesthetically pleasing. The students were pretty psyched about the project so it would be great to have your opinions. Don't worry about being too picky or not picky enough. The students are aware that this is simply the competition portion of the project and that they were to meet clear requirements given to them on a rubric beforehand and I will be giving them their grades.
Thanks for helping out, the kids will love it. I am going to tell them on Monday who has won. Again, thanks for taking the time.
Here are the blogs They are both the same, except for the class name. Below, use the below url, but to see the other site imput techeightb
http://techeighta.blogspot.com
This year there are two grade 8 Technology classes and their blogs have just been opened to the world. Now the competition begins and there is pizza going to the winning team! Does this all ring a bell from last year?
Sooooo...with that said would anyone interested take a quick look at the 2 different blogs which the eighth graders created and see which one you think is the "coolest". My definition of "coolest" would be: interesting and clear theme, reader friendly, aesthetically pleasing. The students were pretty psyched about the project so it would be great to have your opinions. Don't worry about being too picky or not picky enough. The students are aware that this is simply the competition portion of the project and that they were to meet clear requirements given to them on a rubric beforehand and I will be giving them their grades.
Thanks for helping out, the kids will love it. I am going to tell them on Monday who has won. Again, thanks for taking the time.
Here are the blogs They are both the same, except for the class name. Below, use the below url, but to see the other site imput techeightb
http://techeighta.blogspot.com
Sunday, November 30, 2008
From Out Of The Darkness, There Is Light.
It sounds as though everyone was able to enjoy the classic Ohio holiday to commence the Season of joy and tidings; I have to say a bit of me sighs....how nice. The lack of snow muffles my excitement and awareness of the ensuing holiday season, yet people's continued correspondence and my wonderful Bolivian celebrations breathe in the holiday hope and giddiness which is always ignited this time of year. It is as though I can hear the faint whispers of "Rockin' Around the Christmas Tree" in the distance and think Aunt Pat must be in the next room. (Or maybe just it's my itunes! )
As I reminisce through the updates of others, I was able to spend the long weekend resting in a quaint hotel in Sucre, Bolivia's historical and judicial capital. The colonial town has a heavy Spanish feel from its roots, ornait in its archetecture and its entirety garnished in a soft white...beautiful-- Peaceful. On our second day, Jessica and I went into Potosi, a mining town and the "center of it all" in its origin....Quite a different feel as this, the old backbone of Bolivia and come to find out to some extent Spain, surviving on the fortune of the "Red, Silver Mountain" mines and the over 7 million lives that have been lost in it as well as others. Our taxi driver´s father being one of the many lives lost when our driver, now 23, was only 2. He left behind 7 children. Our tour guide's father also lost his life to the complications of 30 working years within the heart of the "Red, Silver Mountain" which holds its presence within the seal of the country.
With a guide, we entered into one of the mines...an active one at that....There was an explosion only 6 meters from where we were. In all reality we were headed straight for the explosion. Thanks to the fact that God gave me the courage of a lame bird we were spared...if I were to have found my bravery I would have been stuck and mamed...I was on my belly trying to slither through a hole 2 and a half feet in width and not much more in height, only a mere 22 plus meters down into the mt. Death was a bit too close for comfort. (Don't worry mom....We're A-O.K. no fears) An experience I am sure will never be fleeting; impressive and enlightening. What life is like for people born into different cultures. As this was not enough, did I mention that as we slowly but surely ventured into the mountain some refer to as "hell" we were surrounded by, touching and breathing in Arsenic and Aspestis.
We were within the mine only one hour-- others do this everyday, all day, 6 days a week with hope for fortune... During the three centuries of Spanish rule the royalty brought in African slaves after the indigenous workforce was depleted! And again I dare ask: "Why are we so blessed...and who is to say that others are not? But again....why us?"
I am thankful, for my life and this eye-opening experience shedding light upon the many blessings which I begrudgingly take for granted each day.
As my eyes were continually opened to new information of life throughout time and geography, I felt the Lord leading me to the decision to stay yet another year to experience the vast culture of this 'quiet' nation. I simply find myself feeling as though there is so much more here for me, and a need to expereience it, not leave with unfinished business. Only He knows. And with the clarity he sent me, I am sure he will lead me onward.
No matter the country or the culture though there is always time to ring in the season with an apropos viewing of the one and only family favorite, "The Christmas Story...." Tis the Season...and it is. Happy and Merry to you all as we are so blessed. And my father would say or sing...."Hide it under a bushel? NO! I'm gonna let it shine!" Let the joy of your life shine this season, shine into the lives of others and brighten their days and evenings to come. For the single ray of a miner's helmet will forever guide me back to path of gratitude.
As I reminisce through the updates of others, I was able to spend the long weekend resting in a quaint hotel in Sucre, Bolivia's historical and judicial capital. The colonial town has a heavy Spanish feel from its roots, ornait in its archetecture and its entirety garnished in a soft white...beautiful-- Peaceful. On our second day, Jessica and I went into Potosi, a mining town and the "center of it all" in its origin....Quite a different feel as this, the old backbone of Bolivia and come to find out to some extent Spain, surviving on the fortune of the "Red, Silver Mountain" mines and the over 7 million lives that have been lost in it as well as others. Our taxi driver´s father being one of the many lives lost when our driver, now 23, was only 2. He left behind 7 children. Our tour guide's father also lost his life to the complications of 30 working years within the heart of the "Red, Silver Mountain" which holds its presence within the seal of the country.
With a guide, we entered into one of the mines...an active one at that....There was an explosion only 6 meters from where we were. In all reality we were headed straight for the explosion. Thanks to the fact that God gave me the courage of a lame bird we were spared...if I were to have found my bravery I would have been stuck and mamed...I was on my belly trying to slither through a hole 2 and a half feet in width and not much more in height, only a mere 22 plus meters down into the mt. Death was a bit too close for comfort. (Don't worry mom....We're A-O.K. no fears) An experience I am sure will never be fleeting; impressive and enlightening. What life is like for people born into different cultures. As this was not enough, did I mention that as we slowly but surely ventured into the mountain some refer to as "hell" we were surrounded by, touching and breathing in Arsenic and Aspestis.
We were within the mine only one hour-- others do this everyday, all day, 6 days a week with hope for fortune... During the three centuries of Spanish rule the royalty brought in African slaves after the indigenous workforce was depleted! And again I dare ask: "Why are we so blessed...and who is to say that others are not? But again....why us?"
I am thankful, for my life and this eye-opening experience shedding light upon the many blessings which I begrudgingly take for granted each day.
As my eyes were continually opened to new information of life throughout time and geography, I felt the Lord leading me to the decision to stay yet another year to experience the vast culture of this 'quiet' nation. I simply find myself feeling as though there is so much more here for me, and a need to expereience it, not leave with unfinished business. Only He knows. And with the clarity he sent me, I am sure he will lead me onward.
No matter the country or the culture though there is always time to ring in the season with an apropos viewing of the one and only family favorite, "The Christmas Story...." Tis the Season...and it is. Happy and Merry to you all as we are so blessed. And my father would say or sing...."Hide it under a bushel? NO! I'm gonna let it shine!" Let the joy of your life shine this season, shine into the lives of others and brighten their days and evenings to come. For the single ray of a miner's helmet will forever guide me back to path of gratitude.
Tuesday, September 9, 2008
As I sit...
Airports are portals...more than just from country to country, state to state or city to city, but into the hearts and minds of people everywhere. The latter may be the most "terrifying" of them all. Oh, how being surrounded by diversity, culture and beauty can be so compelling, thought-provoking and enriching. Yet, somehow, adversely, the opposite can be the byproduct--a piercing spoken word, a cold stare and unashamed contemptuous body language bringing shattering effects upon a moment of carefree expression.
And she continues to dance. In ways, I am envious.
There was a young woman, I am guessing in her twenties dancing with fluidity throughout concourse C of Charlotte's Douglas Airport. Her conscious and spirit-filled movements lofted through the concourse as a fragrance...yet an unnerving freedom began to permeate throughout the on-lookers. Murmurs, laughter, pointing...Whom is it that is so concerning and what is it that has such a suffocating grip upon the viewers of such a carefree demonstration?
I quickly found the looks sickening. Why? I find it troubling to even find words for the animosity that was growing from deep within me. How quickly we are as humans to leap to conclusions, judgments and finalizing verdicts. It was as I could hear the gavel strike. This young woman had no right to be breathing our air...Harsh...I think so, and somehow from her lively, expressive dancing and consequential judgments placed upon her because of it rapidly the conversation spread to political spin and discord that equally made my stomach turn. Not that I know, but from my short stop in concourse C, I am going to gather that N.C. is not a blue state. Funny how one can discovered such things in a very short period of observation.
Then the worst came like a flood; it wasn't the arbitrary comments from those around me, but my own personal discord and angst rising up from my core. This young woman's verdict had been given: judge, jury and executioner...if her fate was that of the people around her, the future would be less than bleak. Yet my judgment, my own condemnation was rising and I very harshly was brought into my own reality. How was all of what was inside of me any different from what was being spewed from the jesting crowd within the concourse? Nothing...and of course I didn't entirely stay silent...just trying to balance out the crowd...
Like a whisper from my inside:
"From the overflow of the mouth, the heart speaks." I wonder how I am doing.... what does my heart look like? I wonder how we are all doing. Do we only see demographics, nationalities, cultures? And are we only examining with skepticism? What is the state of this place? Where are we and where are we to go? I pray that the Lord would bless and teach us all...for it is only him who shows unconditional love and grants us true acceptance which is clearly not a top priority, begrudgingly, even for me I suppose.
I pray for more: for more of what we seem to be lacking...ears to hear, eyes to see, a heart full of love for all. Patience. Compassion. Zeal. I pray that I would be stripped of my own biases, my own angst, the ugliness of my soul that not even I want to examine or acknowledge. I pray it would all be stripped from me and this world and that one day we might see one another not from afar, but from a common ground of humanity.
And she continues to dance. In ways, I am envious.
There was a young woman, I am guessing in her twenties dancing with fluidity throughout concourse C of Charlotte's Douglas Airport. Her conscious and spirit-filled movements lofted through the concourse as a fragrance...yet an unnerving freedom began to permeate throughout the on-lookers. Murmurs, laughter, pointing...Whom is it that is so concerning and what is it that has such a suffocating grip upon the viewers of such a carefree demonstration?
I quickly found the looks sickening. Why? I find it troubling to even find words for the animosity that was growing from deep within me. How quickly we are as humans to leap to conclusions, judgments and finalizing verdicts. It was as I could hear the gavel strike. This young woman had no right to be breathing our air...Harsh...I think so, and somehow from her lively, expressive dancing and consequential judgments placed upon her because of it rapidly the conversation spread to political spin and discord that equally made my stomach turn. Not that I know, but from my short stop in concourse C, I am going to gather that N.C. is not a blue state. Funny how one can discovered such things in a very short period of observation.
Then the worst came like a flood; it wasn't the arbitrary comments from those around me, but my own personal discord and angst rising up from my core. This young woman's verdict had been given: judge, jury and executioner...if her fate was that of the people around her, the future would be less than bleak. Yet my judgment, my own condemnation was rising and I very harshly was brought into my own reality. How was all of what was inside of me any different from what was being spewed from the jesting crowd within the concourse? Nothing...and of course I didn't entirely stay silent...just trying to balance out the crowd...
Like a whisper from my inside:
"From the overflow of the mouth, the heart speaks." I wonder how I am doing.... what does my heart look like? I wonder how we are all doing. Do we only see demographics, nationalities, cultures? And are we only examining with skepticism? What is the state of this place? Where are we and where are we to go? I pray that the Lord would bless and teach us all...for it is only him who shows unconditional love and grants us true acceptance which is clearly not a top priority, begrudgingly, even for me I suppose.
I pray for more: for more of what we seem to be lacking...ears to hear, eyes to see, a heart full of love for all. Patience. Compassion. Zeal. I pray that I would be stripped of my own biases, my own angst, the ugliness of my soul that not even I want to examine or acknowledge. I pray it would all be stripped from me and this world and that one day we might see one another not from afar, but from a common ground of humanity.
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