And we are so terribly thankful. The blessings and gifts and ease I didn’t earn and could never repay are overwhelming if I try to list them.
Today, as I made my mashed potatoes and tried and failed to make it out the door on time, I also made a little room in my heart for the weight of this weary world.
Those among us who are hurt, used, pushed to the outer edges, those who suffer in their bodies and their minds, we remember you. Those of us who are alone, even today in a crowd, we see you. Those among us who are working and working for never enough or barely enough, I want you to know our destiny is tied up with yours and we won’t forget you. Those of you who can’t go home, I remember you. Those for whom there is no home, I remember. Those of you who bear in your history the trauma of colonization and slavery, I know I can’t fix any of this but I am terribly sorry and I know my liberation is connected to yours and I remember and I’m not going to push away the discomfort anymore.
Today, I am thankful, yes. Full Stop. Full of thanks, I know what I’ve been given. May we use it well.
Show us, Father God, all the places your light is breaking through. Show us our section of wall to claim for the rebuilding. Show us our plow. Teach us to hold in tension all that we have been given and all we are here to give in the already-not yet Kingdom coming. Help me to keep my eyes open and my heart tender and resist the urge to curl around my privilege and comfort until I love it more than you. Be with us, Jesus. The world is weary, help us to bear light today.