Something magical happened to me last week. To do it justice, I need to go back in time for a minute. Last summer, when I was feeling out of sorts, I popped into a beautiful art gallery and fell instantly in love with the owners, the art work and one artist in particular. Later I blogged about it and shared my dream of owning a particular Barb Scalia painting. My goal was to sell enough of my own art to be able to purchase hers. To be 100% honest, I didn't really believe that particular dream would come true. I'm in the early stages of this new adventure and most of my sales go right back into growing my business. I assumed by the time I was able to purchase this painting, she would be long gone. So I just dreamed about it, content in my hope of "someday".
This past week, I popped back into the gallery to visit with my "someday" painting. This time my parents were with me so I had the joy of sharing this magical place with them. I happily chatted with the owners and stared at Barb's work "Potpourri" with undisguised longing, I spoke out-loud my goal of owning it. I believe I even said if it was still there next year, I would be able to purchase it. Then the magic happened, and the rest of the afternoon is a bit of a emotional blur for me. It turns out the gallery has been sold and my precious friends are moving on to grand -new-adventures. They wouldn't be there next year to witness my "someday" dream. I don't know if it was the thought of their not being a part of that moment, or the fact that they are just lovely, generous people who want their art to go where it is greatly loved, but suddenly the painting was mine. Magically the new price the exact amount I was able to spend. They didn't lower the artist's cost, they generously lowered their own commissions.
Here I am, ugly crying in the gallery; a weeping, shaking, sweating, bubbling mess of gratitude, joy and disbelief. Later, I got an email from one of the owners saying, "Potpourri was always meant to be yours, Chris. She was just waiting to come home".
Since then, I've been thinking a lot about dreams and "somedays" and am humbled with gratitude for the generosity of those who helped one of mine come true. The thing is, dreams don't just come true solely because of hard work, persistence, or talent. They require nurturing and sacrifice from others. They require assistance and generous support. And sometimes, while attempting to make them come true, you show up as a sweaty, weepy, messy version of yourself and it requires someone looking at you through the eyes of love, extending a hand of generosity; saying "come, let me help you, let me make it easier for you to reach your dream". This generosity of assistance and support is what has made our country remarkable for so long.
But no more. Terrified and desperate people are arriving at our borders looking for assistance. They are sweaty, weeping, frightened, messy versions of themselves, They are dreaming of a "someday" filled with safety and acceptance, a better life for their children. Instead, they are being met with terror, cruelty, separation of families; nursing children being taken from their mother's breast. All in the name of Biblical Justice!? No, Unacceptable!
This is not going to magically get better someday. We can't simply hope that "someday" we will return to normal. It is going to take hard work and It has to start now. Call your representatives, march, educate yourselves, make a donation to the ACLU or Together Rising, and demand your church address this on Sunday morning. While I am no longer a regular church goer, I know enough to know there is nothing Biblical about any of this. Please don't wait for "someday' to get involved.
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