Once upon a time in a land exactly right here, there lived a young maiden fair who was eager to please. Her songs were sweet and simple.
As our maiden grew older she heard whispers of a man in the clouds with the power of a thousand thunderbolts. But with each glance to the billowy promise land, she feared these whispers were but a simple fairytale.
Curious as she was fair, the young maiden set off beyond the city gates to sweeten her song and see the world. Her journeys led her far and wide and even in those most foreign places the whispers of the man in the clouds echoed.
Now our maiden, while her song was sweet, did not like to be made a fool. If this man existed, she would find him.
Determined to find answers, the Maiden stumbled onward and quickly found herself on the steps of The Buddha’s temple. It was there that the Llamas boldly proclaimed that such a man in the clouds does not exist. These Llamas went on to share radical ideas of loving kindness, compassion, generosity, and the wisdom of an interconnected world.
The idea of radical compassion danced in our maidens head far beyond her time on the steps of the temple. Ideas she thought, perhaps they can lead to the man in the clouds. And our maiden skipped off to the place where the greatest ideas are stored, the library.
Deep in the archives of a world lost in chaos, the young maiden devoured the ideas stored there. From the socialist principles of Marx and Lenin to the theology of Moltmann and Martin Luther King Jr, our maiden discovered a renewed wisdom in the crevices of liberation theology and the christian peace movement.
As this wisdom settled deep into her soul, suddenly, bursting through the silence of nothing, She appeared. Not in the clouds, but in the young maidens heart, a Fairy Godmother. In this moment the young maiden realized that her man in the clouds was not a man at all. And just like that, our young maiden and her fairy god mother set off to change the world.