Many rivers to cross and it’s only my will that keeps me alive
I’ve been licked, washed up for years and I merely survive because of my pride.
And this loneliness won’t leave me alone it’s such a drag to be on your own.
My woman left me and she didn’t say why. Well, I guess I’ll have to cry
Many rivers to cross….
These words from the classic song by Jimmy Cliff (1969) certainly hint of being downtrodden, down on one’s luck and just – down!
I lift this song as a frame to the unfortunate picture that so many in our community have experienced or are going through right now. As we prepare our hearts as Virginia-Highland Church recognize its Compassion Sunday, let us not stop with the basket of items that we will bring as a way of blessing others. We must Stay Woke and be aware of those persons who have homes and no one to share them, who eat three meals a day and are still hungry for our compassion and love, and even those who can put on a sweater to keep warm yet their hearts remain cold.
There are so many rivers that each of us have to cross, and no one can get to the other side alone. Perhaps you made it to the other side. AMEN! However, we are reminded in the letter addressed to the Galatian people that the daily provision of the Spirit equips us with what is needed to carry one another’s burdens. We must Stay Woke, turn back to the river and reach for those who are still there, trying to cross, trying to hold on and trying to make it.
As you go to the stores to pick up last minute items for our friends affiliated with the Continuum of Care of the City of Atlanta, recall the words of this song. Let the lyrics pierce your soul and move you into action.
Yes, I’ve got many rivers to cross and I merely survive because of my will….
Rev. Krista Forbes,