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Stephen Wright
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(he/him) Recovering 🏳️‍🌈 evangelical. Finding God in the ordinary. Psychotherapist. Doing life imperfectly.
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And then for our lectio divina practice, we read
Cathleen Getchell's powerful prayer... or something like a prayer, anyway. Thank you, @smwright953.bsky.social, for choosing the song and the text, creating the graphic, and reading so beautifully for us tonight. 🙏🏼❤️🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍⚧️
When the words have been coopted when Father feels too small to hold the cosmos when Kingdom tastes of empires not of justice and Amen is a whisper that sometimes falters a hope that feels too heavy for my heart I pray anyway not to a throne but to the Love that outlives every empire to the breath that restores the broken into wholeness to the grace that lingers when the dogma fades I pray to the God who is not what we've made of them but the mystery that is making us I pray for my friends who have left the table who found the bread too stale the wine too bitter I pray for my friends who stayed who chew the mystery with trembling lips savor the unknown with hesitant sips I pray for the doubters the dreamers the ones who build altars in the wilderness those who bless the silenced with their questioning I pray with hands that have held the Bible the bottle and the broken with a heart that has loved both the pious and the profane with a mind that has sifted through ashes of doctrine challenged the certainties offered and found comfort in curiosity I pray because I cannot stop my hoping because the world is too beautiful to be abandoned because the pain is too deep to be meaningless I pray because the birds still sing because the lilies still bloom because the prodigal still turns towards home even if home is a question mark I pray to a God who may be silent but whose silence feels like listening I pray to a Christ who some hold as myth but whose myth feels more alive than history I pray to a Spirit who may be wind but whose wind carries the scent of new life And if this prayer fades into the mystery then let the mystery be healing Let love be my creed my wonder be my witness my longing be my liturgy my unlearning be my offering For even in the deconstruction there is a reconstruction not of walls but of bridges not of certainty but of curiosity And in the end perhaps prayer is not predominantly the words we say but the love we carry the divine light we spread the hope…
June 10, 2025 at 3:23 AM
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You don’t have to worship where you’re not wanted.
March 23, 2025 at 2:22 PM
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You don’t have to worship where you’re not wanted.
January 26, 2025 at 12:42 PM