That’s me walking with my Pal Sarah. It was this summer on Whidbey, back at Aldermarsh. Thx Roq for catching the picture. I texted this photo to Sarah recently, and commented on how good friendships are so often walking each other home. She smiled back through text and affirmed.
So it is.
A couple weeks ago at NGLI (United Church of Christ’s Next Generation Leadership Initiative), the 4th year cohort lead closing worship. This is the group that I and Travis Winkler were able to teach and guide in 2024’s gathering. Their theme for Worship was “Belonging” and included this text from M Jade Kaiser.
I love it for all that it points to. I love it for what it affirms in the great walk of home.
To become is a life long process.
Nothing is constant,
not even the self.
We evolve in the midst of narratives meant only for some
and ways of being made narrow by fear and power.
We must, then, have the courage to listen to the truth of our own lives,
to the wisdom that comes from within –
responding without resistance or need to control,
but with welcome and curiosity.
This is what ensures our becoming is an unfolding
of our truest self.
This lifelong labor cannot be carried out alone. It requires help
from friends, and lovers, family, and creaturely companions
who bear witness to what makes us come alive.
And say to us, “Listen. Look. Feel. Pay attention to that.”
Telling the stories.
Sharing in the memories.
Giving thanks for the relationships, understandings, and experiences past
that have shaped us to this day.
Celebrating new beginnings that excite.
Holding risks together.
Leaning into unknowns with the promises of support and companionship.
Listening to the future calling uniquely to each of us in the midst of all of life’s noise.
Helping one another find our place in the shared labor of collective life.
Supporting each other in what it is the world’s ache is asking from us.
To say, for the first time,
“This is who I am.
This is the truth of my body.
This is what I know about myself.
This is my name and this is where my path is leading me.”
And to have it heard. Have it received. Have it affirmed.
And then,
to say it again,
and again,
as we change
and as the world changes,
and to have each proclamation greeted with an open-armed embrace:
There is no me without you.
We shape one another.
The Sacred that birthed us
weaves our lives together
so that we can only find ourselves through shared becoming.
For my journey and all its winding ways.
For yours.
For all the saints who labored for what is,
all the kin whose lives made ours possible.
For all those yet to come for whom
living our truths today will mean breaking possibilities open for them tomorrow:
We pause. We give thanks. We acknowledge.
