"Send me." But where Lord? To do what? To bring pardon where there had been injury in a life I casually brush against at my daily work? [ But I had thought of meditating a teenage gang war in Chicago] To help turn doubt into faith in a person with whom I live intimately in my circle of family or friends? [But I had thought of helping a tired drunk on skid row!] To bring joy into a life, consumed by sadness which touches the hem of my life at drinking fountain? [But had thought only of a far-off mission land!] "Send me." Send me next door to speak some how to a human heart beating alongside mine. Send me to bear a note of dignity into a subhuman, hopeless situation. Send me to show forth joy in a moment and place where there is no joy, but only the will to die. Send me to reflect your light in the darkness of futility, mere existence, and the horror of casual human cruelty. But give your lights too Lord, in my own darknes and need. Teach us our responsibilities to you, our brother, and all the people out there.