While in Winnipeg, Manitoba at The Forks, I encountered a busker in the market, who sat and played his mandolin. His mandolin case lay open to receive any possible donations. The passersby went about their business, paying little attention to this man and his musical talent.
As I moved about the market stalls, I began to hear singing voices and was drawn to the source. Once again, I saw the busker; however, a transformation had taken place. This man was now animated, directing a choir of young adults. He was surrounded by a large circle of joy in the youthful faces of the women and men who had stopped to join him in sharing their love of music. The aloneness of the first scene had given way to the sense of community of the second scene. My heart was touched by these wonderful youth and their spontaneity. I met mercy in the market that day.
Where have you met mercy?
Kathy O’Keefe CSJ