Where we fit
I asked my aunt if we’d “fit” the area where my family has lived for over 100 years. She grinned and cocked her head, knowingly.
In my house we believe all people are beloved and affirmed in Christ. Black Lives Matter and LGBTQ+, too. We don’t just tolerate difference, we search for God therein. We cherish life and demand dignity for it all; it ain’t nothing but a clanging gong if “pro-life” ends at birth (or humanity).
We are born good of this good earth into social systems operating on old data. But there is new news, good news.
Jesus, our Brother, Friend, and Lord, reigns.
We pray, “Make us an outpost of that Reality wherever we go,” our home a thin place, a welcoming space, a meeting ground.
We won’t fit every dark corner of this land, and that knowledge is stark. Painful.
But my aunt reminded me that there isn’t an inch in the world she can’t find to be with me.
In a social climate like the one we’re in, I hope you have an aunt like mine — who is also just really great with mantles.