You raise them everywhere. She speaks differently,
he dresses strangely, they have strange and unfamiliar beliefs.
Countries and parties, faiths and communities. It seems you cannot
meet new people without assessing how much they differ from you.
“This one does not share my faith.”
“This one has different facial structure.”
“This one is less educated than I.”
How are you not overwhelmed every time by what you
have in common? You share so much with every other person. How are
you not captivated by the chance to make things better for everyone?
Another's gain is not your loss, no matter how different from you
they are. How are you not moved by their suffering, not moved to
relieve it as soon as you would those you consider most like you?
In the Spirit, all are of one sort. We are all
different, but all the same. If you insisted on perfect likeness to
allow people to share your space, you would be forever alone; if you
identify with all people, you will be forever in good fellowship.
Written November 2017
