Do ya’ll realize who I am?
Did you forget?
Are you that blind?
Possessed by the Holy Spirit
My question is
Why is my Church
Scared of Me?
Scared of How I dance with the Creator
Demanding that I strip painfully
Who I am
And put on an ill fitting spirit
Call yourself Christians
When you refuse to follow Christ
Into the ugliness
Where you dumped the beloved community
Where you pushed us into oblivion
Out of the light
That you thought
Instead of me
Child of God
My body Sacred
My body a reflection of Christ
Not a reflection of dogmas
Which we cling to
Instead of our Faith
Instead of the FIRE
As the Holy Spirit Burns
Burns away everything
That keeps us from
Burns through classrooms
Burns through the hatred
That we heap on
Nothing is safe
Nowhere is safe?
Why does my Church
To forget ME?
My poetry may not be understood fully but this is how the anger pours from my soul. I have chosen, and the Creator chose me to be here in this moment, serving, preaching and proclaiming the healing power of the Gospel and doing what the Risen Christ has commanded. Loving one another goes beyond people’s comfort zones and it means that we have to be intentional about how we live out our faith, publicily; it mean marching into the places of privilege and flipping that table, disrupting the norm and not evermore being silent about the pain of those whose faces reflect the Risen Christ.
This is what we hear in our Seminary Chapel services, when the Gospel is proclaimed so I am amazed when suddenly congregations get angry that the Gospel IS being proclaimed and infuses within who we are as seminarians and suddenly we can’t shut up and we can’t stop pushing the boundaries and demanding change, and we are public witnesses. We demand that worship reflects the entire community, and that our theologians we study and discuss come from every walk of life and that the Seminary, as it professes that it is Lutheran, actually leap off of that cliff, following the Holy Spirit and DO.
That is what it means for me to #decolonizetheSeminary.
We are not all
To decolonize the Seminary means:
That my Seminary, LSTC finally had to address the white privilege and the racism that had affected so many people of Color over the years, making their experiences a living hell in this place that was supposed to be this beautiful bubble-but dripped poison all over them as it bursts.
In my Graduating class, I was the only Woman of Color.
People are excited by my presence and how I will continue to evolve into my Pastoral Leadership.
But are they? Really?
I refuse to be quiet or silent.
That is what #decolonizeLutheranism means
Acknowledge our presence as beloved children of the Creator
Acknowledge that this world is %(%^(^ UP
That Christianity has been used as a weapon to oppress and dominate
That Lutherans refused to do anything in the annihilation of bodies
Of Brown, Black, of Native, of Aboriginal, of Ancient
Of Hurting, of Imperfection
Because the Holy Spirit has smashed the perfect glass around you
And you are standing bleeding
You are feeling for the first time
And you take those first steps