Open the Door ~ The New Repair Man is Here
| By Unknown user - Jan 19, 2009 7:00:42 PM PT |
Hey everybody, the new repair man is here. Bring your best tools, roll up your sleeves, put on your thinking caps. Hurry up and get in here, sit down, take out your lists. This new handyman is smart. He has a plan. He has skills. He has collected a support team and he is here to help us reach our goals.
Mr. Obama, here is my family. Each of us has done what we can to summon open hearts, empower able hands and invoke our best wishes.
The Catholic has been to Mass and said her prayers. The Jewish child has lit a candle with noble intentions. The Mormon boy has prayed for your success. The Muslim has asked Allah to bless this new beginning. The Native American has danced and drummed for your peaceful journey. The Christian has called on Jesus to walk beside you. The atheist and agnostic are dedicated to your hopeful vision. The Buddhist has hung prayer flags and chanted while holding you in their hearts. Each of us, in a private moment and in a public way, has offered you our very best.
You look around my table, my thanks-giving table, and you may wonder why there is so little family resemblance. We are very diverse; not by design, it just happened that way. Some of them are biologically mine, some have immigrated and some are adopted; though I have long since forgotten which is which. We are gay and straight. We are married and single. We all are able and we all are challenged. We speak different languages and hold one thing in common, we all want to be happy. We all want to be well and safe and free.
Actually, if you ask us individually, there is no exception; we all want the same thing. Where we stray, from time to time, is that we forget that our wellbeing is dependent on one another's wellbeing. We forget that we can only be as happy as we offer happiness to one another. We forget that we are, in truth, one another's neighbor.
So please, Mr. Obama, take the chair at the head of the table. We are so relieved that you are here. We offer all our talent, all our tools, all our sacrifices, our hope for the future. We shall do this together, starting now.
Mr. Obama, here is my family. Each of us has done what we can to summon open hearts, empower able hands and invoke our best wishes.
The Catholic has been to Mass and said her prayers. The Jewish child has lit a candle with noble intentions. The Mormon boy has prayed for your success. The Muslim has asked Allah to bless this new beginning. The Native American has danced and drummed for your peaceful journey. The Christian has called on Jesus to walk beside you. The atheist and agnostic are dedicated to your hopeful vision. The Buddhist has hung prayer flags and chanted while holding you in their hearts. Each of us, in a private moment and in a public way, has offered you our very best.
You look around my table, my thanks-giving table, and you may wonder why there is so little family resemblance. We are very diverse; not by design, it just happened that way. Some of them are biologically mine, some have immigrated and some are adopted; though I have long since forgotten which is which. We are gay and straight. We are married and single. We all are able and we all are challenged. We speak different languages and hold one thing in common, we all want to be happy. We all want to be well and safe and free.
Actually, if you ask us individually, there is no exception; we all want the same thing. Where we stray, from time to time, is that we forget that our wellbeing is dependent on one another's wellbeing. We forget that we can only be as happy as we offer happiness to one another. We forget that we are, in truth, one another's neighbor.
So please, Mr. Obama, take the chair at the head of the table. We are so relieved that you are here. We offer all our talent, all our tools, all our sacrifices, our hope for the future. We shall do this together, starting now.
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