Our Indigenous Sisters are Sacred


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There are women and girls missing in our world and I am not ok with it.

I am not ok with women’s voices missing from conversations.

I am not ok with women’s bodies missing from tables.

I am not ok with indigenous women going missing and being murdered.

We are sisters. This is our world. The whole body of the world–humanity–suffers when some suffer. On this International Women’s Day, the words that are on my heart are for my indigenous sisters:

You are sacred. You are a gift to us. We don’t want any girls or women to go missing. We belong to each other. 

Nearly 20 years ago, I heard this call to pay attention to where women are missing in our world.

One week after the tragedy of 9/11, I sat shoulder to shoulder with 15,000 women of faith in the Astrodome in Houston, Texas. Together, we watched a video called “Tears: Women in Afghanistan” and these words leaped out at me as an Afghan sister spoke:

“We need the women of the world to come looking for us, we need that hope that someone would come looking for us when we’re missing.”

Her words were a wake-up call. They shook me at the core of my being, because I could hear the cry of a sister on the other side of the world.

Truth is: I had not seen her. I did not go looking for her. I had been wrapped up in my own story of freedom. But coming face to face with the reality of the oppression of women worldwide, changed my life forever. I wanted to go look for and stand with the women who were missing in our world.

“We need the women of the world to come looking for us …”

Her words echoed through my soul. And in some way, they became my bold mission. In some way, my life’s work became about looking for missing women. Missing voices. Missing representation. Missing parts of our soul.

It is not easy. It’s hard to see what is not there. It’s hard to hear what is not said. But as I learned from my Afghan sister and my South African story, the center of the story never tells the whole story. There are always people missing from the center of the story. If we truly want to see God’s heart for justice, we need to go to the edges. If we want to see God’s heart, we need to wade out to the well in the heat of the day, pay attention to the woman who drops her mite into the offering  and we need to see who is familiar with grief.

As my life has taken me to the edges of power, it has been here, time and time again, that I have found the voices of greatest courage. The voices have not only sought their own liberation, but have also offered liberation to those who walk alongside.

Looking for missing women, missing voices, missing bodies, is a matter of justice. I believe it is right in line with the heart of God and it is the work of proclaiming good news.

I don’t think, we, the church, have represented El Roi—the God Who Sees—well. He has shown himself as the One who SEES those who are hurting, excluded and going missing. But we have not always followed His lead.

I have become convinced that missing women—whether literally from society, or missing because their voices had been silenced, their power taken or their light dimmed by abuse—are very close to the heart of God.

In the parable of the lost sheep, we know the Good Shepherd would not rest until the one missing sheep had been found. It did not matter that 99 sheep were safely in the fold; that one sheep mattered.

The missing women and girls in our world matter. But I have to keep asking myself: Do they matter to me? Does my life show that missing women matter?

In Canada, there is currently an inquiry into our Missing and Murdered Indigenous Women. While there is a lot of disagreement about the number of missing and murdered indigenous women in Canada, Indigenous women’s groups document the number to be over 4,000. According to the 2004 General Social Survey, indigenous women 15 years and older are 3.5 times more likely to experience violence than non-Indigenous women.

I have been waiting for the church to rise into this issue for nearly 20 years. I have been waiting for the women of the church to speak up. I have been watching and waiting. While there are pockets of the church paying attention, mostly we have been silent.

Former Prime Minister Stephen Harper said indigenous women were not “really high on the government’s radar.” I guess, indigenous women were not high on the church’s radar.

But there is a problem when our indigenous sisters and daughters, mothers and friends go missing. These losses cut through history, affecting families and communities. The cost to us as humanity is too great.

I am tired of waiting for others to tell us what is priority. If WE are the church, we, too, get to say what is priority. We get to speak up and speak out. We get to pray and rally and stand alongside.

History will not be kind to those who remain silent. So, on International Women’s Day, let’s speak into the missing places and the silenced chambers and say:

Our women are sacred.
Our sisters are sacred.

We have to go looking for our missing sisters. We have to ask, Why do they go missing? We have to speak out against the systems that make it possible for them to go missing in the first place.

A part of us will always be missing, until there is justice and visibility and acknowledgement of those who are missing. A part of our voice cannot rise until their voices rise.

On this International Women’s Day, it is a day to celebrate the good that has been done. It is a day to celebrate the voices that have risen. It is a day to celebrate the injustices that have been named and validated.

But on this International Women’s Day, more than ever, we need to go looking for our sisters, mothers, daughters and friends who remain missing.

Let’s go looking for the ones who have been silenced.

Let’s go stand where there is abuse and injustice.

Let’s listen for the ones who have been devalued.

Let’s tell our indigenous sisters that we, the women of the church, see, love and honour them. We will not be satisfied until indigenous lives take up their rightful place in the Body of the World.

Our women are sacred.
Our sisters are sacred.


This April, SheLoves will be part of the Atamiskakewak National Gathering in Moose Jaw, Saskatchewan. On Wednesday, April 25 at 7pm, we will host a SheLoves Reconciliation event, a celebration of friendship between indigenous and non-indigenous women, an evening of stories, prayer and walking this path of reconciliation and restitution. Kallie Wood will be there. Sarah Bessey will be there. I will be there. Melaney Gleeson-Lyall will be there. Shaley, Courtney, Kathleen and Nichole Forbes of our Events Team will be there. Come, join us.


Idelette McVicker
I like soggy cereal and I would like to go to every spot on the map of the earth to meet our world’s women. I dream of a world where no women or girls are for sale. I dream of a world where women and men are partners in doing the work that brings down a new Heaven on earth. My word last year was “roar” and I learned it’s not about my voice rising as much as it is about our collective voices rising in unison to bring down walls of injustice. This year, my own word is “soar.” I have three children and this place–right here, called shelovesmagazine.com–is my fourth baby. I am African, although my skin colour doesn’t tell you that story. I am also a little bit Chinese, because my heart lives there amongst the tall skyscrapers of Taipei and the mountains of Chiufen. Give me sweet chai and I think I’m in heaven. I live in Vancouver, Canada and I pledged my heart to Scott 11 years ago. I believe in kindness and calling out the song in each other’s hearts. I also believe that Love covers–my gaps, my mistakes and the distances between us. I blog at idelette.com and tweet @idelette.
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  • Praying for you, Idelette, as you pour yourself into this message.

  • Thank you for your leadership in this, Idelette! I love how you teach us so well to respond and support. xo

  • Rea

    My biggest question is ‘how?’ I live in South Dakota. I care about justice for indigenous women and children, but I don’t know what to do. I tried volunteering with an organization that tries to keep them out of the trafficking pipeline, but their approach just didn’t fit with my personality. I can’t just walk into someone’s space and strike up a conversation. I tried teaching a journaling class at the request of someone who runs a shelter primarily occupied by indigenous women. Epic fail. There is this massive need all around me and the only thing I’ve successfully managed to do is purchase a Christmas gift for a child on a reservation.

  • Sherry Naron

    “I don’t think, we, the church, have represented El Roi—the God Who Sees—well.” Woah – this is powerful.

  • ‘A part of us will always be missing, until there is justice and visibility and acknowledgement of those who are missing. A part of our voice cannot rise until their voices rise.’ — TRUTH. So grateful for you and for how you call us all to rise, but never alone – always together.

  • Ganise C.

    Right on.

    I hope to one day participate in a SheLoves event. It’s on my bucket list. X