I’ve never been known to do anything linear
Or normal for that matter
It’s Thursday afternoon,
and I’m working on my application to Chicago Theological Seminary
for another damn degree
I’m supposed to wait three years,
three years in pastoral ministry solidified
three years of being silent.
I cannot do that.
When I first came to my congregation, one of the things I expressed was this-
“Preaching and professing the Gospel as it moves within me,
fuels the way I share and teach with you”
That my reality as a Woman of Color cannot be washed away in baptismal waters
That my righteous anger and authenticity would surface,
Because what is happening to my People, my Tribe saddened and sickens me
Although I love them dearly, truly and deeply
Although I understand that my Call here was given to me by the Creator
I cannot remain silent
So I am still involved with justice and advocacy issues,
So this is not the end
So I remain perched upon the horizon,
at the waterfall
hearing those voices
the rhythm of sacredness
My question is why have we totally and utterly abandoned one expression of spirituality
for one that is not even faithful to the One it claims to follow?
Why have we demonized something so natural
for the artificial?
Why do we not realize
that the Creator speaks through both,
When will we learn we are a Sacred People
and our traditions we attempted to abandon
Are still with us
Move through us
On a Sunday Morning.
Our ancestors heard the Gospel while in chains
They knew that this One who transformed death upon the Cross
Would not abandoned them
Not abandon us
even in this hellish exile.
So, because of my Ancestors
I am able to stand among the rains
Answer the Call
Thankful to the Creator