Writing

May 28, 2021 The Christian Century

When She Gave Me Words, She Gave Me God.

Why didn't Jesus come as a woman, my daughter asked.

Since my son's accident, everything I believe about hope has changed.

The grownups are singing, "Just as I am," in the pew behind me.

I've stopped trying to climb over it or knock it down. Now I just sit there.

I was raised with a precise and comprehensive picture of who God is.

And in those moments the possibility of You grows and grows until I am unhoused and undone, almost too alive for this world.