It’s because it was a privilege, and an encouraging, exciting development, to be involved in something that felt like an initiative . . . an opening that has perhaps not come along for a long time . . . like being in on the ground floor of a new, salutary process.
Judging from the significant attendance, lots of people shared this sense. That was cause for celebration in and of itself. And those who attended were rewarded with a panel-full of thoughtful, insightful observations on race, racial dialogue, the demands of the task of reconciliation ahead of our communities and our country, and a lot to think about and work to act on.
But there was something more: a palpable sense of hopefulness. At times, reticent — as if, it’s such a wild idea, that the so-deeply-embedded fractures of racism and race privilege and institutionalized misunderstanding and damage might be confronted and overcome, that people almost don’t want to say “that’s what we want, that’s what we’re going to work on, and that’s what we’re determined to achieve.” At times, incredulous — who would have thought we would ever really feel this way? At times, wistful — that these opportunities have been so few and far between. But throughout, glad, and determined not to let this chance slip away.
So thank you, Women at the Well, for discerning the time, and making the opportunity. May God establish the work of your hands.
[Image source: roadsongs at http://roadsongs.blogspot.com/2007_09_01_archive.html]