My legs and back are sore from volunteering, Martin Luther King Jr's holiday unleashed Lord Running Boy from his co-op school, and I just finished an overdue email for work. I am watching TV crowds at 3:30 AM Eastern Standard Time still celebrating on the National Mall in the District of Columbia.
The White House is lit up in background view. A contractor who works for my wife, a veterinarian with a PhD, is somewhere in the camera's vicinity; her husband volunteered for Obama without pay for the last year in Ohio. Their inaguration attendance plan was to go without invitation, car, or hotel. From the looks of it, they're not alone.
The world's turned upside down and all bets are off. Take heed, ye cynics, and believers, too: this is our gut-check, time to listen to better angels flapping about our possibilities and natures. It is urgently in our interests to believe, to be doers of the Word, not hearers only.
You've got to believe. To reap the extraordinary bounty of this moment, you've got to believe. It's never happened before. Ever. Faith of a mustard seed, you've got to believe.