Now is the time to call on the memories of the ancestors who thought they could not walk another step toward freedom—and yet they did.
It is that time and place to call on the memories of the ancestors who, when the darkness of their lives threatened to take away the hope and light, reached a little deeper and prayed yet another prayer.
It is that time and place to remember those who came through the long night to witness another sunrise.
It is that time and place to remember the oceans of tears shed to deliver us to this time, to remember the bent knees and bowed backs, to remember the fervent voices asking, begging and beseeching for loved ones sold off.
Time to remember their laughter and joy, though they had far less, and little reason for optimism, yet they stayed on the path toward a better day.
Time to hold to the steadfast hands and hearts and prayers of the ancestors that have brought us this far.
Time to make them proud and show them, and ourselves, what we are made of.
Time to show them that their prayers and sacrifices and lives were not in vain and did not go unnoticed, nor have they been forgotten.
Did you not know that this day would come?
Did you not know that we would have to change places?
Did you not know that just as our ancestors were delivered that you would also be delivered?
Have you not seen the greatness and power of the Creative Energy in the Universe called God that moves and has its being through human agency?
Have you not seen God in your neighbors’ faces? In the homeless? In the battered woman? The trafficked child? The undocumented worker? The dispossessed? It is that time and that place to know that it is our turn, that we must leave a legacy for our children. And all the children.
It is that time and that place.
We are the ones we’ve been waiting for!
For that, let us be eternally grateful.
Amen and Blessed Be.