tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3048994864995385978.post4380683649124275959..comments2023-07-19T17:18:03.621-07:00Comments on Let All Who Are Thirsty Come: In the Wounds of ManzanarMelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04379656348691689827noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3048994864995385978.post-61781674375738531842019-04-29T08:19:08.965-07:002019-04-29T08:19:08.965-07:00Side note on this blog post. I wrote it the night ...Side note on this blog post. I wrote it the night we got back from the pilgrimage. It's very "in the moment". I think one of the key signs of grace that I didn't mention was something not found in the dusty artifacts. It's in the stories and photos... People supported each other, helped each other, stood by each other during their internment. This was not a Lord of the Flies type tragedy. It was a Lord of the Flood type tragedy. Despite the disaster upon them, they banded together, built their own ark, and trusted each other so as to ride out this storm together. The love and community apparent from the photos and stories were not just a salve on the wounds, but also a way to stitch the wounds so that people could heal... MelMelhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04379656348691689827noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3048994864995385978.post-87389234523271710112019-04-28T17:03:58.204-07:002019-04-28T17:03:58.204-07:00Thank you Peter for the insights. One of the beaut...Thank you Peter for the insights. One of the beautiful things about pilgrimage is that it is paradoxically deeply personal and widely shared. It's like the air we breathe; the wind touches all our cheeks, we take in our breath that was meant for us, and we exhale the air - air which is shared with others as they take their next breath. With each other, with each step, we take in our own experience and that experience is shared.Melhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04379656348691689827noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3048994864995385978.post-90224008583641002492019-04-28T11:58:34.865-07:002019-04-28T11:58:34.865-07:00Hi Mel! That was me, Peter, commenting. I thought ...Hi Mel! That was me, Peter, commenting. I thought it was going to publish my email. Just to let you know...Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07724010440600184741noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3048994864995385978.post-46253061849457328932019-04-27T21:19:42.916-07:002019-04-27T21:19:42.916-07:00Thank you for your thoughts, Mel! Your words refle...Thank you for your thoughts, Mel! Your words reflect much empathy, care, and compassion. May we indeed though the wounds and believe and experience God's healing presence. <br /><br />And what a privilege it was to be a fellow pilgrim with you today.<br /><br />I left Manzanar today blessed by how the people connected to Manzanar were so generous in allowing us all to share their story, that it was our story, too. I felt liberated hearing that. As a pilgrim, I wasn't just hearing and witnessing, but invited to be a part of. That is part of my transformation being there today. The blessing I received was that the people of Manzanar were not possessive - it was their story, but it wasn't just their story. What a generous and holy gift which I will richly cherish. Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07724010440600184741noreply@blogger.com