Oct 17

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The final stretch – almost

Yesterday was essentially a driving day.  My route would have taken me East of Albuquerque, over the Sandia Mountains.  However, once again, temperature played a role, and I had to rethink my way to Midland.  So, instead, I took IH 25 to Socorro, going South instead of East, and from there, on beautiful 380 towards Roswell.  Beautiful landscape over all, and the fact that I was not totally freezing, just partially, did a lot for my mood.  I had a couple of good encounters in Carrizozo, where I stopped for lunch, and spent some time with fellow riders, who were headed to Taos, talking about the Human Trafficking and Modern Day Slavery issue.
For the most it was a day of riding.  I was very happy when I arrived at our friend Sherry’s house.  She provided a wonderful meal, and we spent quite a bit of time talking about both the complexities of human trafficking under the law, its implementation, and how, in the end, is the making a difference at the individual level where we can see some of our work.  However, we also talked about God’s call for stewardship of our lives, and our world, and how we need to honor the gifts that we are given, and act when we see injustice.  Some will be called to act at a local level, and some at the systemic level.  Some will be called to act in one area, and some in another.  Nonetheless, we cannot remain silent in the face of injustice.
Today has been quite different.  While yesterday called for a 460 mile stretch of road, today I had planned to only ride about 140.  However, instead of going East and closer to home, I went West, to Balmorhea State Park.  The whole idea was to not spend the whole day in the saddle, but  rather to arrive early, and spend the day in reading and meditation, as well as prayer.  I made it to the park by about 1:30.  I took the back roads to get here, and had lunch in the town of Balmoreah.  Believe it or not, this has been the first meal with tortillas I have had in the last two weeks.  Since the weather is supposed to remain nice, this meaning no lower that 52 tonight, I decided to do the last tent stint of the trip.
After setting camp up, I spent a great deal of time reading another Chapter of The Just Church.  Today’s reading spoke a lot to me because the author shares how, even though he is a pastor, he has reached many a breaking point when facing injustice.  In the end, he has had to put all of his faith in God, trusting that He does actually care about all victims of injustice.  Something very similar has been brewing within me.  Even though I had been putting a lot of effort in becoming involved in the battle against human trafficking, and have become very familiar with specific cases, and with demographics, that paint a horrific picture about the suffering that modern day slavery brings to millions of people, it was the massacre at Sandy Hook which started in me an erosion of faith, and a systemic questioning.  At the same time, the flame that has burned to intensely inside of me has lost some of its fire.  I realize now that in many ways I have not lost faith in God, I am losing faith in humanity.

This is where the turning point arrives then.  As I was finishing my reading tonight, I have realized that I was also coasting in my own actions.  I found a set of practices that I felt was keeping me engaged in the process, week in-week out, year in-year out.  I see now that I need to revise my own engagement, and continue to move forward, exercising the stewardship of the gifts I have been given.  The challenge ahead: to draw on a new plan.  Just like every day of this ride I was forced to revise my plans due to changing circumstances, in my engagement in the battle against modern day slavery, I need to constantly revise my course of action.

Permanent link to this article: http://www.jaderiderjourneys.com/2endslavery/2013/10/17/the-final-stretch-almost/

1 comment

  1. Sandra

    cant wait to see you

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