God of the vocal cords and facial expressions and gestures…
Sometimes there are times when we remain quiet in our trauma. Sometimes we wonder if our words matter and our bravery will transcend injustice.
But most of the time we remember the experience when our words evaporated quickly after attempting to express ourselves.
Do we say anything if we know it will fall on closed ears? And the tougher question with which to wrestle is this: what if they turn it around and the blame falls on us?
We become the Eves and the Gomers and the Jezebels when we assert our value. And we think to ourselves “why bother???”
So when we are questioned years later as to why we remained silent, hopefully they will understand. Hopefully.
(You understand this God, right?)
A slow triumph- the stories are emerging. They linger longer and fill our world with much-needed discomfort.
And through you, Holy Narrative, we find our voices. Your strength and courage deliver us from trauma to peace and from injustice to righteousness.
I believe the stories. You believe them too, God.
Let’s do this.