The gospel came with foreign tongue, disrupting all the ancient ways, beside the merchant and the gun, in search of profit, souls and slaves. With God we weep, lament, confess how holy zeal and bloodied hand reached out to kill and dispossess, proclaiming love and taking land. How hard, today, to meet and share our needs, suspicions, hopes and fears, when some have ease, and food to spare, while others walk a trail of tears! In hope we come, by grace reborn, as clashing stories still collide, to listen, pray, and travel on, companions of the Crucified. We tell our varied memories, assembled in our global room, that Christ may wash our histories, as threads for Love's eternal loom. We pray, as in a dream come true, to hear the world again declare: "These Christians are divinely new: they truly love, and freely share."