Spiritual activism is a phrase that was put in my mind and heart even before the US election took place. (It was back in September, actually, at a women’s retreat.) I’m not sure yet how this will manifest in my life, but the desire is there.
Words are no longer enough in these turbulent times (hint: they never really were). We must step out from behind our platitudes and false cries of unity and make a stand for someone, anyone, who doesn’t look like us, or believe like us, or love like us, or sound like us. We must reach out and help those who are being marginalized or harassed or abused because of the color of their skin, or the God that they worship, or their ethnic background, or any other divisive, hollow excuse.
Look around you. I guarantee there are people in your inner circle of friends and family who are frightened about how they fit into this strange, new world they find themselves in.
Do you even know who they are? Do you care? Have you looked them in the eyes and said, “I’m here for you. I’ll stand by you no matter what.”
If we are truly all about love, we must show it. If we are truly against hatred in any form, we must live it.
Then and only then can we honestly say, “I am a beacon of light.”