I’ve wondered for thirteen years where I was and where I belonged in the church. I have written about my belief in the strength of organized religion and this entry explains more of that the Bible says about this…. So here goes…
Each of us are a part of one body. It’s the way it is. We are meant to be together. This makes us whole, and together. It’s kind of a blunt way of saying it, but it’s my blog and I can say what I want.
So, who are you? And more importantly, at least to me, is who am I? I had wondered before. I took a class about spiritual gifts once, and the ice breaker was, “Who are you? The feet? The head? What?”
I answered “hands” because I didn’t know what else to say. I knew, some how, that wasn’t exactly who I was. I didn’t think about it much until the last couple of weeks, and I determined this: I am a rib.
Ribs are strong. They protect hearts so they can heal them. They are resilient. A broken or bruised rib is normally just wrapped. Not put in a cast or brace. A rib guards against false teaching and ugly things others might say. I come from a rib, and sisters, you do too. It’s feminine and capable of radical things, like forming a woman. I see the rib as a bone with infinite possibilities.
I see the same in myself: I see the same thing in you.
I met a man once who was brutally raped by a priest. He was a drug dealer, but now received millions dollars in retribution. He said to me more than once, “I’d a been someone if this didn’t happen to me.”
He was 32. I tried to tell him it wasn’t too late. He was convinced it was.
I feel that I sort of floundered too, after all these years. I was sure I had spiritual gifts, and even knew that they were, but wasn’t fused to my brothers and sisters. Now I can see myself as one of many bones with different usefulness and functions. Some times I will be called to servanthood (clearing up the chairs at the end of church service. Making coffee, things I do not enjoy) but even more I can work with people struggling in their faith, or in everything. I can gently lead a Bible study without intimidating others. I can point out the incongruous pieces, not in the Bible, that are, ahem, “extra-biblical” beliefs. These are things I can do, but I can’t do them without you.
I have a meeting with my baby’s principal today. There are some significant problems with her classroom and she has not been willing to discuss them with me. Okay lady, it looks like my team is at bat. I wish it didn’t have to be this way, but it does. I’ll let you know how it turns out.