We stand within this great and beautiful symbol of resurrection:
the power of unseen God to transform the blackest of our imaginings - the
deepest of our deaths - into new life.
And we hold here the memorial to Hiroshima - the first A-bomb
... its 60th anniversary.
What can we say of Hiroshima?
We must look to the Hibakusha -
the survivors of Hiroshima and Nagasaki - many of whom have dedicated the
balance of their lives to delivering one message: Never again.
Never again this genocide which mocks our darkest nightmares
Have we heard the voices of the Hibakusha - those who have returned from
the land of the unthinkable, to teach us?
No: we have not. We
have not learned. We have
resisted the resurrection
of Hiroshima and Nagasaki. The
voices still cry out from two hundred thousand graves:
I am the daughter of a survivor of the Japanese attack on Pearl Harbor.
I hold in my hand a piece of the wreckage of a Japanese suicide
bomber that almost sank my father's destroyer in the Pacific.
I know that for us Americans
this is no simple journey....
But what choice do we have -- we who now threaten the world
with an unimaginable arsenal of genocide,
poised for attack from land, sea, air and - soon enough - from outer
What choice do we have but to come into this sanctuary of
forgiveness and resurrection ... to open our hearts at last ...
to listen and to learn?