Uh, you guys, this is definitely the shittiest post I’ve ever written for A Deeper Story.
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I’ve been feeling lately like God is asking me to “stand in the divide.” I’m not entirely sure I know what that means, and what I might guess it means is relatively terrifying. So I’ve done like I do and given it 90% procrastination and 10% lip service.
But today in church my minister said that each of us has a calling, and it’s right here and right now. And then I heard God ask me again to stand in the divide.
So I joined in communion, and a kind man prayed for me with a full-on dimpled smile and the words “my sister,” and when I got back to what I naively assumed was the safety of my seat, I finally told God I’d follow wherever S/he might lead, and I mentioned that some directions would be really freaking nice if S/he wouldn’t terribly mind. And then I remembered the whole thing I’d literally just said in the first half of my thought about God leading, which fairly obviates directions.
And then the pianist began a bit of “It is Well with My Soul,” and I sang along because my heart and voice both love it, and that was that.
So all this to say, when I finally start really writing publicly again, it will likely be from within the divide– wherever and whatever that is– and I will be scared but I will be following Jesus because his sheep hear his voice, and once in a dang while we actually move our asses when he calls.
The Church is rife with divisions, and I so often find myself on the side that is excluded from the table. But my mother has taught me how to say grace, even from a distance.
I’m honored to share her story with you today at A Deeper Story.
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I am known
for using strong words
to carry my message.
I am known
for holding the Word
in the highest esteem.
you should know
when I use the word
to curse what is awful,
I do not
take the Lord’s name in vain;
the strongest word I know.
I wrote a post for A Deeper Story a couple months ago and was asked in the comments if I’d write more about the walk to the mailbox that I mentioned. The commenter said, “Oh, how we all need a trip like that.” And that stuck with me, because I know it’s true. It was a road-to-Damascus moment, except that for me, it was a walk-to-the-mailbox moment. But it made all the difference in my walk.
So today, please come join me at A Deeper Story. I’d love to tell you a little more about When He Met Me at the Mailbox.
Wearing a cross is like wearing an electric chair. I’ve heard it smugly snickered, tinged with disgust. As if I don’t know about Roman torture and death penalty. As if I think a cross is a charm.
But I do know. I know a cross is death, and I know death. I know the trembling darkness and the wrenching despair, the inconceivable wrongness and the profound isolation.
And this I know, too. I know the Cross is life, and I know life. I know the light of a new moment and the breath rushed into a hollow space, the restoration of what is good and the warmth of closeness.
I have many crosses. Some hang from antique necklaces with a body affixed to the beams– these I run my fingers over because it helps to feel the human form. The Cross is real. Some are smooth stone or wood, no embellishment, no body– these I turn over and over in my palm because their bareness is striking. The Cross is not magical, but it is mystical. And one is inked into my flesh with loops of infinity– this I bare when I am asked, but mostly I tuck it away because it is mine to keep forever. The Cross is personal and eternal.
I know what a cross means, and I know what the Cross means. So let me tell you why I wear a cross, wear it light around my neck, wear it deep in my skin:
It is both the symbol and the essence of my faith– real and mystical, personal and eternal.
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I’m sharing some of my most intimate, terrifying, beautiful moments with you today at A Deeper Story. Because birth is something we all experience at least once; more, if we’re lucky.
(Also, pictures of my five adorable newborns, including identical twins. So. Click for matching babies!)