Marti Mendenhall.com Global Refugee, By Marti Mendenhall Used in a Unitarian service as opening words. Jan. 21, 2007 I was shocked to see New Orleans fall. And it did Fall. Long after the water had receded, the streets were empty, their animals were alone and hungry, and most of its people had gone to find distant shelter. The city was a desolate, foreign land. Would you come back? If you were forced to leave, and your home damaged or destroyed, would you come back to face the hardships of rebuilding? Would you send your children away to school, while you worked to sustain the life you once knew? Would you be able to live on limited rations, without running water, or would you leave everything you know behind to start over again in a safer place. I can only imagine how it would be, to be stripped bare and born again, new and naked in a rushing world. Terrifying. Electrifying. Cleansed. Weightless. A chance to "be" again, forced to gaze upon your soul. To see hope in such a broken place. To see life in death. I shudder at the thought of being a global refugee.

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