A dream deferred
Wednesday, August 24, 2005 by 141NYC
The last few months have been trying times. Reality has reared its ugly head so many times, and the distracting pleasures of things like blogging have seemed so distant and unimportant. I have come to realize that making a conscious decision to expose myself to the reality of human pain and suffering requires a heart willing to share in suffering.
Our community has experienced a great deal of joy and loss in the last few months. We are losing our building, a place that has served as a key piece of our identity and our safety net for as long as I have been there. It seems like a dream deferred, at the moment, but in the immortal words of Langston Hughes:
What happens to a dream deferred?
Does it dry up
Like a raisin in the sun?
Or fester like a sore--
and then run?
Does it stink like rotten meat?
Or crust and sugar over --
like a syrupy sweet?
Maybe it just sags
like a heavy load
or does it explode?
These words are often used to encapsulate the spirit of the civil rights movement. Yet I think they ring true for any dream that is deferred long enough -- if it is a righteous dream. Our dream is to provide a place where the broken can come to be healed, or even just accepted if they aren't ready for healing. Maybe we don't need a building for that. Maybe God has allowed this to happen so that we can see that our dream is not about a building.
Our community has experienced a great deal of joy and loss in the last few months. We are losing our building, a place that has served as a key piece of our identity and our safety net for as long as I have been there. It seems like a dream deferred, at the moment, but in the immortal words of Langston Hughes:
What happens to a dream deferred?
Does it dry up
Like a raisin in the sun?
Or fester like a sore--
and then run?
Does it stink like rotten meat?
Or crust and sugar over --
like a syrupy sweet?
Maybe it just sags
like a heavy load
or does it explode?
These words are often used to encapsulate the spirit of the civil rights movement. Yet I think they ring true for any dream that is deferred long enough -- if it is a righteous dream. Our dream is to provide a place where the broken can come to be healed, or even just accepted if they aren't ready for healing. Maybe we don't need a building for that. Maybe God has allowed this to happen so that we can see that our dream is not about a building.
