I’ve heard two different versions of a story that may be apocryphal, but may also have some basis in actual events:
In one of Iowa’s vast cornfields, a little girl went out to see her father who was working there. The corn towered over her head, but she could hear the tractor until the sound vanished in the distance. She walked on and on, but after a time became lost. She could not find her way out of the cornfield. Near the close of the workday, when her family realized she was gone they began searching for her to no avail. Friends and neighbors were called, and many went walking and calling out for her. The heat was stifling, and they feared for her life since they assumed she took nothing to drink.
Finally, one of the neighbors said, “Let’s make a chain! We’ll walk through the cornfield together, and make sure we don’t miss any place. Let’s all join hands, before it’s too late!
In today’s climate of name-calling and judging vast groups of people by their political affiliation, denomination, nationality, ethnicity or even gender, those words feel like a clarion call. People post lots of judgmental opinions about other groups of people, but very rarely do they spend time actually talking to those other people. I still believe we are more alike than unalike, and as 1 Peter 4 says, “Love covers a multitude of faults.”
Let’s join hands, before it’s too late.