Between voices | we march together

Marching seems to be quite a warlike verb. The Roman troops, the ancient armies, marched in their strategic deployments and in their triumphal entries. This is how reminiscences have remained in the current era, where each country organizes its parades. Powers, take their tanks and soldiers to the streets, fly through the skies with their planes and paratroopers, all to show the world and especially its citizens the force with which they can repel the aggressor enemy.

I have already mentioned it before, in Norway, on national day, they take the children with flowers to parade, to show the hope and the future that as a nation they are sowing with a solid education and a system of true welfare. The Nobel Peace Prize is awarded in its capital Oslo for a reason, although it is not a perfect country, there is much we could learn from.

Let’s go back to our patched streets in Mexico. Union and worker marches, as well as parades, have become an occasion for protest. Claiming rights is part of freedom of expression and taking to the streets, although this causes continuous chaos in large cities and the opportunity to bring as many as possible to show the photos and videos to the general public. I agree that they are rights, but they do not have the right to mistreat historical monuments, to deface churches of any creed, or synagogues, or mosques. It’s sad to see the footprints left by garbage, because the prophetic banners end up far from the garbage cans and at ground level.

An Italian professor, whose father was kidnapped by the mob named Moro, told us that we should move on from protests to proposals. It is a movement that demands maturity. You complain, but you do not seek or propose a solution. That is where citizen leadership and the need for a social formation come in. How far we are still from these horizons! We claim rights and evade duties. We want to be given, and we don’t want to offer what we are and have. Have without fighting. Ask, without showing committed gratitude.

In December, another group of people is seen walking the streets of Mexico. Millions of pilgrims throughout the country, who show their faith in God and their love for the Virgin of Tepeyac. He came in 1531 and the image of her remained, to show tenderness and comfort to the recently conquered people and the Spanish far from home. He came to reconcile and to ask that a “sacred house” be built for her to show her love for all.

Each heart that walks towards a temple is a story that wants to be told to those who know how to listen to the cries of the heart. To the one who knows the pain of an unjustly killed child, being in solidarity with so many women who cannot find their children or who have lost them in this sea of ​​violence that continues to raise tides. There is no peace ambassador who is insignificant. San Juan Diego represents us all. It is not about having the great influences to want to change the country from above. It’s about adding bits, than putting bricks together with tolerance and respect. Go building a common house, where differences are respected, and learn to reconcile wills to walk in harmony. May the world see one day that all of us who were born in these lands can be a group of brothers who march together.

Leonel Larios Medina | Catholic priest and graduate in social communication

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Between voices | we march together