I picked my youngest up from soccer practice at Adidas Field and noticed a HUGE sign strapped to the fence that said “IMPOSSIBLE IS NOTHING”.
When I was vacuuming, I found Sue Monk Kidd’s book First light hiding under my chest of drawers. When I pulled it out, it fell open to page 29 and this passage:
Next morning when I woke her for school, we conjured up six “impossible” things to believe in. “I believe I will make a hundred on my science test today,” Ann said. Since this was her hardest subject, I knew this was a leap of faith.
My turn. “I believe I can write two speeches before tomorrow,” I muttered. Foolishly, I’d agreed to fill in at the last minute for a conference speaker who’d canceled. It seemed like an impossible feat.
That afternoon Ann bounded in the house from school. “What did you make on your science test?” I asked.
“A hundred!” she cried.
I looked down at two finished speeches on my desk. How limited the world would be if we confined ourselves and God to what we think is impossible.”
Hmm. Curious that these two events would happen almost simultaneously.
Interesting that they happened now, as I contemplate my choices for president.
Coincidence?
I think not!
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Impossible.
It has been said that Barrack Obama’s vision of America is impossible. It’s naïve. It’s idealistic. It’s just words.
He asks us to believe in him AND to believe in ourselves. He challenges us to be the change that we want to see in the world.
Can Barack galvanize John and Jane Q. Public into action?
Watch TV. Read the newspapers. He’s already done it. Record numbers of people are turning out to vote. More people than ever are caring and are participating the process.
I am caring. Me. A formerly uninformed, uninvolved citizen. Me. Whose main purpose in voting had very little to do with a passion for the issues or the candidates and very much to do with setting a good example for the children.
And I don’t think my caring is based on the fact that Barack and I were classmates in high school; I don’t think that I’m just riding the wave, caught up in the excitement of his words.
I think it’s hope. In this bleak time, Obama offers hope.
Naysayers argue that Obama’s vision is impossible. They ask that we limit ourselves, the Universe, the Divine, God, to what is possible!
I say “NO!”
I argue that it is by reaching for the impossible that we grow and in achieving the impossible that we create miracles.
So I’m jumping. I’m grabbing for that brass ring. I’m believing.
2 comments:
Me too!
And I LOVE Sue Monk Kidd!
Let's both do things totally "impossible" today, OK?
Wil's already done one, he locked me in my bedroom, I can't get out until someone with a key to my house comes armed with needle nosed pliers. Thank GOD I've got the computer in here with me!
We have so many good democratic candidates. What a delight to get to choose FOR someone rather than AGAINST someone else.
(Oooo, Carrie...so glad you had your computer with you.)
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