No More Boxes, Part 1

I am so angry at the injustice what is happening right now in America. I am outraged. I have waited to share my thoughts so that they would not be reactionary, but responsive. As I prayed and pondered this morning, these are some words that came from heart, to head and through hands...



.(..this is not a sermon; yet, with enough polishing, it could possibly become one.)


 In John 17, Jesus prayed a very famous prayer. It was the night He was betrayed. He knew what was coming, and He was praying for us. In His fervency for us, He sweat blood as He prayed that we [all the people He died for, which is everyone...] would be one, as He and the Father are one.

Note that He prayed we would be "one." Not "same." "One."

I am a woman. I am created in the image of God. A man is equal to me, as we are both created in the image of God. There are attributes that make us different from one another, which should all be celebrated, as there are differences between Father, Son, and Holy Spirit, which we give thanks for and celebrate. They co-exist as equal, but different, and as One.

So we, as the body of Christ, who are bought with His blood, are one. Different, with distinct facets of greatness that set us apart, one from another. Different in ways which reflect the image of God, and which, when we walk in unity, help each one of us become our highest selves.

We are all under the Blood,  so whether white, black, Latina, Asian, Native American, man, woman, or even child, be reminded today, that He so passionately desired us to live as one that He sweat blood.

He, like we, bleed red, so in that vein, may we live as one.