A Prayer: Belong

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Feb_SarahFor those of us who have been told that we are too much—too loud, too opinionated, too smart, too bold, too quiet, too curvy, too skinny, too sexual, too intense, too feeling, too soft, too tough, too bossy, too tender, too young, too old, too liberal, too conservative—may we say: you belong here with us.

May we be the women who make room for the too-much among us.

For those of us who have been told that we are not enough—not smart enough, not ambitious enough, not good enough, not spiritual enough, not rich enough, not enough wife, not enough mother, not enough friend, not enough woman, not strong enough, not educated enough, not experienced enough—may we say: you belong here with us.

May we be the women who make room for the not-enough among us.

As we rise from a world, a culture, a past that is shouting lies about our very created and called selves, Almighty One, sweep the entanglements of our sin and those lies from our souls. Show us that our fetter is but a spider-web compared to the force of your freedom sweeping in, the wonder of your wide open door and fresh air, the sisterhood we have now.

The battle is yours, and it is won, as Jesus said: we can put our swords back where they belong. We belong to you, we belong to the family of God. We are named, we are loved. May we lift up our heads from the despair and find the family we have always yearned to find.

That’s plain enough, isn’t it? You’re no longer wandering exiles. This kingdom of faith is now your home country. You’re no longer strangers or outsiders. You belong here, with as much right to the name Christian as anyone. God is building a home. He’s using us all—irrespective of how we got here—in what he is building. He used the apostles and prophets for the foundation. Now he’s using you, fitting you in brick by brick, stone by stone, with Christ Jesus as the cornerstone that holds all the parts together. We see it taking shape day after day—a holy temple built by God, all of us built into it, a temple in which God is quite at home. – Ephesians 2:19-22 (MSG)

May we be the ones who don’t give up on radical inclusion. May we remember to whisper to one another, every now and then, on purpose, at the right time: you belong here. There’s room for you. There’s room for all of us. We are part of the temple in which God is quite at home.

May we be the ones who hold the doors open for others, who hold hands, who hold faces, who hold secrets for one another, who hold space for the pain and the brilliance, who hold the light and the salt, who hold our opinions loosely, and love ferociously.

For those of us who always feel like we don’t belong, may we be the women who remember to say, who remember to live the truth: we all belong to each other because we belong to the One who is Love.

May we be the women of the Gospel, the women of heaven breaking through.

May we be those disciples who, as N.T. Wright says, are parables of hope.

May we remember that the truth we are prophesying isn’t even our own most precious truth just for our own selves—it is the truth of the Gospel: love wins.

Draw near to us, Sending One, Gathering One. Show us how to gather, show us how to send, show us how to love like you have loved us.

Amen.

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Image credit: Kierste

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Sarah Bessey

Sarah Bessey

Sarah Bessey is the author of Out of Sorts: Making Peace with an Evolving Faith and Jesus Feminist. She is an award-winning blogger and writer who lives in Abbotsford, British Columbia with her husband and their four tinies. You can find her online at SarahBessey.com or on Twitter at @sarahbessey.
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