27 Then you will know that I am among my people, that I am the Lord your God, and there is no other. Never again will my people be disgraced.
28 “Then, after doing all those things, I will pour out my Spirit upon all people. Your sons and daughters will prophesy. Your old (women) and men will dream dreams, and your young men (and women) will see visions. 29 In those days I will pour out my Spirit even on servants—men and women alike.
Greetings and peace my friends!
Every once in a while, as a people, we are “moved.” Sometimes these “moves” happen physically, other times these “moves” are emotional, and sometimes these “moves” are spiritual. Often, we are “moved” unexpectantly, by a singular event, even a singular person. These events and people transcend all the barriers that would serve to separate us. Gender, race, ethnicity, age, culture, religion, all seem to fade into the background as the gravity of a moment rises and God’s Word and Will arise.
This happened for me yesterday when the first young poet laureate, Amanda Gorman stood behind a podium in front of the capital building in Washington D.C. and shared the following poem for the world.
“The Hill We Climb”
When day comes we ask ourselves,
where can we find light in this never-ending shade?
The loss we carry,
a sea we must wade
We've braved the belly of the beast
We've learned that quiet isn't always peace
And the norms and notions
of what just is
Isn't always just-ice
And yet the dawn is ours
before we knew it