Friends!
I find myself back in the United States, far north of Chile, and feeling closer to the North Star, my Jesus, my Guide to freedom. Home but not really home (I am a nomad, you see, a life time wanderer).
Below are three poems and 4 passages of Holy Scripture. Please embrace the figurative language of my pieces. I do not make attacks or write with intention of polarizing, I tell my story.
May you find your story in mine.
Lydia Nomad
Jesus: Does no one condemn you?
No, Master.
Jesus: Neither do I. Go on your way. From now on, don‘t sin.
My Experience of Being White
To be white is to be told you are bad
to believe you are bad
to know you are bad
to protect your badness
to project your badness.
To be white is to bleed the same color as the sunset
to die like leaves in autumn
to be crushed and ground into the earth
to provide nourishment for new life.
To be white is to live again though you have died.
Lord, if you will, make me clean.
Jesus: I will; be clean.
Life
My life is short
but I am very good
so it‘s okay.
Jesus: Your sins are forgiven you. Rise and walk.
Gospel?
“Your sins are forgiven” is enough to be Gospel
when it‘s the closest you‘ve come to “You are good”.
Then God looked over all (S)he had made, and (S)he saw that it was very good!
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