Sunday Homily, May 20, 7th after Easter
Readings: Acts 7, 55-60; Psalm 97; Revelation 22, 12-20; John 17, 20-26.
"That They May All be One
Last Wednesday I took the Dart train downtown. I got on the 12:44 at Forest Lane and exited 22 minutes later at Akard & Pacific. I love to ride this train. I sit in the first seat of the first car so I can watch the road ahead through the conductor’s cubicle. On this Wednesday I was going to have lunch at Miguel’s Cantina and spend an hour talking Spanish with a good friend of mine.
After lunch and a great hour of Spanish conversation I caught 2:14 north bound, Parker Road train for Forest Lane & home. We passed through the underground station of City Place and then arrived at Lover’s Lane. At this station I watch the conductor come out of his cubicle and lock the door. I am thinking, Is he taking a coffee break?
What he does, however, is go to the exit door, flip down a metal ramp, and extend part of it out of the train onto the raised platform. Immediately in comes a young girl in a well used electric wheel chair. She wheels over to the space right in front of me, spins diagonally, and parks. The conductor picks up the metal plank, unlocks the cubicle, settles himself inside, and off we fly.
The ambience in that train car does a 180 degree turn from casual indiference to awe struck reverence. The girl was about 15, cute with an auburn pony tail, nice features with light freckles, and a trim upper body with a purple T shirt. She was talking on the phone. I never determined what the trouble was with her legs, or if she had any. All I know is that she had the confidence in manuvering that wheel chair that came only from a lot of practice.
At Walnut Hill the conductor emerged from his cubicle again, did the arrangement with the door, and the girl wheeled out, saying a sweet, "Thank you," as she passed the conductor. When the conductor came back in, the man across the aisle from me said to him, "Makes you grateful for what you got." The conductor agreed.
That young girl did two things in that Dart car just by getting on in her grateful and courageous way. We were all more grateful for what we have. Secondly, for a while we were one. There was a felt difference in each of us, black, white, brown, young, and old.
Jesus says he wants "That they may all be one." Wow, do we blow this one!
Nevertheless, despite the past, today we are again called to help others: 1. appreciate, and 2. unite. Granted, to enable others, I got to be in myself appreciative and united. A subject for future homilies.
This young, pony tailed girl touched us all just by her simple presence.
How do you touch others into appreciation and unity?

