Leaders

In one of my history classes, we're talking about different causes of a Canadian population boom in the latter half of the 1800s. 

One part of the sudden increase of population was the underground railroad, which saw approximately 30 000 formerly enslaved people come to Canada for freedom.

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Harriet Tubman is one of my life heroes. After intrepidly gaining her own freedom, she went back into states where she was being hunted, over and over again, to lead others out of enslavement and into freedom. Not for payment, or renown, or to get a leg up (this was not about money or fame - she spent much of her life in poverty of purse). She risked her life to lead them to freedom because it was the right thing to do.

She faced that maw of voracious cruelty to lead people out because it was right.

My darlings.

This is a leader.

This is what leaders do.

They don't count their own lives as more valuable than someone else's. They love their neighbours as themselves. They don't count their pocketbooks after helping - they don't love money. They are not wearing suits - they are robed in decency and dignity and morning laughter.

Can you imagine the gladness when a crew of people made it?  After wading through rivers and sleeping in barns, getting meals from determined do-gooders, following that north star - when they arrived in Canada (no heaven, to be sure, still full of inequality and racism and lower wages, but a haven, at least, of not being owned and beaten at will, not being enslaved). The rush of relief, being able to walk tall in the sunlight - a pure shot of joy, all exhilaration and togetherness and goodness. 

That's what leaders do. They lead us out of captivity and toward freedom.

Slavers do the opposite. They might wear suits, but they're not clothed in dignity. Do people follow them? Sure, they do, but they're not following because it's the right thing to do. They follow because of greed (the love of money is the root of all evil, still). There isn't joy and wholeness when their schemes are achieved. Somewhere out of sight, backs are breaking and bleeding.

There are still leaders, intrepidly facing darkness, to bring us out of slavery. My favourite one went all the way to the cross for this, and he, too, was mocked and stripped and beaten in public for doing so. (But for the joy that was coming!)

There are still slavers too, with insatiable appetites, pulling people out of the light and into darkness. They might have titles, but they aren't leaders. They're slavers.