Woe to us indeed if we forget the homeless ones who have no vote, no power, nobody to lobby for them, and who might as well have no faces even, the way we try to avoid the troubling sight of them in the streets of the cities where they roam like stray cats. And as we listen each night to the news of what happened in our lives that day, woe to us if we forget our own homelessness.
To be homeless the way people like you and me are apt to be homeless is to have homes all over the place but not to be really at home in any of them. To be really at home is to be really at peace, and our lives are so intricately interwoven that there can be no real peace for any of us until there is peace for all of us.
Source: Frederick Buechner - The Longing for Home
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4 comments:
Heidi,
I so love Buechner! Thanks for this.
Garth
For some reason, this makes me think of Johnny Cash and why he wore black.
Ah, I'd love to wear a rainbow every day,
And tell the world that everything's OK,
But I'll try to carry off a little darkness on my back,
'Till things are brighter, I'm the Man In Black.
Plus, adore Buechner.
xo,
SL
I love Buechner as well, and have a huge collection of his books (and a few letters from him, to boot!). Thanks for sharing this quote!!
Beautifully written truth that cuts right to the heart of the matter. Thank you!
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