Before I met then-Bishop Tutu, I knew that I would be meeting a great man, but I didn’t know how lucky I was. I would never be the same. Recently, his passing hit me hard with a gut-punch of sadness. This was quickly followed by an impression of his smiling face. He was glowing with kindness and sending wise words into the air with exuberance.
It was 1984. The snowy Rocky Mountain destination and New Years timing added to my anticipation and excitement. Leaving UCLA behind, our little group joined other creative, inquisitive Episcopalian college students to immerse ourselves in whatever this once-in-a-decade national conference, “A Turning of Time,” presented. Tutu was the keynote speaker. He did not disappoint.
After an inspiring opening talk, Tutu led us in Morning Prayer each day. I was drawn to his brilliant presence: he emanated joy, profound strength and benevolence. I was raised to “be kind to all living things,” to love and respect others but I was still learning how the world works—good and bad. Now, via Tutu’s words and example, my universe expanded: a far away land was illuminated and our shared humanity celebrated.
Near the end of the conference, in one of the workshops, some of us created a simple dance to accompany The Lord’s Prayer. We were invited to share it so we taught it to the others and then led the gathering. We all felt the unity, as the group became one in prayer and graceful movement. Tutu enjoyed it and made mention of it in his closing remarks! A kinetic homage to our gathering, it was thrilling to give joy to one who had given me, and others, so much.
As we say goodbye to luminaries such as Nobel Prize laureate Desmond Tutu, trailblazing artists Betty White and Sidney Poitier, or a beloved politician or relative, we mourn them, sad for our great loss. At the same time, we can find awe at the magic they leave within us. Some luminaries truly are beacons that light the way for transformation. But each of us can shine our light. Peace and kindness are gifts we pass on to one another, moment by moment, in words and actions, as we practice grace and empathy in a turning of time that is too short not to do otherwise.
—Hillary Black, Editor
