I have just come from a circle of light.
Clergy women from around the metro gathered for worship and lunch. We were asked to share our name and where it is we have seen the Holy during this season of Advent.
The answers were soul resonant. The Holy is present in church and children and mothers and in the ways we are able to open our hearts to the light of love.
Following the time together, we braved the howling wind to walk to one of our sister’s condo. She was having an estate sale. She is moving to California in order to be fully present there in her retirement.
This woman is a titan. She has blazed trails for women in such a way that we who gathered are her spiritual offspring. She has provoked and challenged and witnessed and been a voice of one crying in the wilderness and being in her home in order to own a piece of her life was a pilgrimage of sorts.
I wandered through her condo feeling the bittersweet of gratitude and grief. How is it she will leave Minneapolis as her home? Who will we be without her goading presence? How does it feel to her to have her life opened and marked and sold to those who come to buy?
But mostly, I felt wonder. As I looked at the faces during the brunch and in her condo later, I was amazed to know myself as a sister in connection and the light of that woman-bond is banked treasure.
Jeanne Audrey, your witness resounds. The rough places are rough yet, but in your company and with the many who share a passion for justice, we will live together yet into the vision of wholeness in the Christ.
This I believe.
Amen. I came home with a Psalms of Lament, filled with her comments and notes – and I was overcome with joy and sorrow, honor and blessing. May I live to leave a small witness like hers is grand. Thanks for your reflection.