Chick-fil-A Appreciation Day is over; the Chick-fil-A Kiss-In has passed.
I stayed nearly silent through last week’s events and windfall because I lacked good answers or much grace.
Today’s post at A Deeper Story will be my only public writing on the matter. I hope you’ll join me there and bring as much grace as your heart can carry. Lord knows we all need it.
Thanks for writing this Tamara. I would post a response online, but I am so tired (I mean, absolutely fatigued exhausted wiped-the-fuck-out) with the back and forth that goes nowhere. I do not see a middle ground here and that saddens me. But maybe, somewhere in the near future, we’ll be able to walk forward on the ground that has been broken underneath us as a result of this. I pray we do. Much love for your courage and honesty! Kara
Thanks, Kara. It’s hard. I know. xo
Kara – I am with you. And maybe the middle ground is this: that I need to let go of my pride and let the Holy Spirit do Her work … in me and in others.
Her dominion, power, and authority is over conviction and judgment (if there is any) and grace-filled redemption. Who am I to think I can stand anywhere in the middle? Maybe the only place for me is off to the side resisting the temptation to feast on the forbidden fruit, resisting the temptation to rip chunks of flesh from the living Word, encasing them with my own certainty, and hurling them at people proudly proclaiming that I am stoning them with Truth.
Truth is a person. He said so. I believe it. And I believe that His loving Spirit can do a whole lot better job of speaking Truth (Him) into the heart and soul of another that I ever could.
And this comment is all I will ever write anywhere on this event, except the one blessing email I sent to you, Tamára.
May all the arrows and their poison pass through us, fall harmlessly into our past and slowly turn to dust … which after it settles, may reveal a new Light.
That is my hope.
That is my prayer.
Amen.
Very moving poem – thank you. Sometimes it’s so hard not to “take sides”. We are so invested in our beliefs, we become the belief, we take things as personal affronts. We become self-righteous, I think, and feel the need to tower over those who do not see the world through eyes like ours. We feel the need to push them into the ground.
We fail to see that we’re all so much the same.
Yes, exactly. Yes.