Lassie and the carrier pigeon knew how to come home. We are seeking the path. Most of us are well-intentioned. Our goal is the best for our kids and grandkids. Dark clouds cover us at times as we look for the Sun.

Empathy is real. We feel the pain of our friends and family. Americans are a giving people. No political party, church, or civic organization has cornered the market on love. When we see suffering, we remember our own distress. Someone helped us. Someone cared about our betterment. Many of us have benefited from the assistance of our human family, who have empathy for us.

‘Come in and join us for dinner,’ Jim said with a wide smile. ‘I know you must be hungry,’ Jim continued. ‘We are glad to have you at our table,’ Jim said as he patted the Poor Boy on the shoulder.

‘I am hungry, MaMa,’ Little Girl said. ‘I remember when we had ice cream and cake before Dad died,’ Little Girl said. ‘Dad sure did like coconut cake,’ Little Girl said with a tear in her eye.

Opening Day at Wrigley Field. The promise of Spring. The Stock Market is plummeting. Retirement accounts are evaporating like a snowball in July. Easter is just around the corner. Christ’s message of eternal hope. Life is worth living.

‘His church seems a bit out of the way,’ Traveller said. ‘I have heard that Preacher accepts the hungry and voiceless of society,’ Traveller noted. ‘Money is of no importance to him,’ Traveller observed.

‘I wonder how people find him in these thick woods,’ Mary said. ‘Preacher welcomed me when no one did,’ Mary observed. ‘He seems to see the heart rather than the poorly clothed body,’ Mary whispered. ‘Preacher asks my advice on important matters…often before he asks his other male assistants,’ Mary smiled. ‘Preacher makes no difference in the abilities of women and men,’ Mary noted.

‘We are all travelers,’ the Preacher said. ‘The Journey towards our home is full of sideroads,’ the Preacher said. ‘We need each other and owe our loyalty to all of God’s creation,’ the Preacher noted. ‘We’re not going to make the trip alone…we need the help of our fellow travelers,’ P said.

Hand in hand, the nomads travelled home. Some were sick, some were pushed in wheelchairs. All races were there. Gay travellers were there. Transgender people were there. The Tribe of Humanity was Homeward Bound…