Having never once been taken to a church or other house of faith until I was 34, I was tremendously attracted to this tradition of walking on water; surviving in the wilderness against all odds; finding a way out of no-way-out; discovering a God who could do for us what we could not do for ourselves; seeing presumably dead people come back to life ~ all while leaving stories in our sacred texts about what horrors we can sometimes be when we turn away from God and opt to follow our own devices. I was baptized at age 43 first by fire and then by immersion in water.
I stand with many people, including those who believe July 4th is best exemplified in a hot dog, a slice of watermelon; and a patriotic parade. I also stand in solidarity with the political and religious equivalent of anti-vaxers who find poison in this holiday. My spirit will be held prisoner by none of them. And all of them are invited to take a scoop of my joy.
With the guidance of the Christ who loves me more than I love myself ~ and in the company of friends, relatives and strangers ~ I live in the tradition that proclaims that walking on water is the expectation and that sinking is the exception. That is the truth and good news I am pleased to know and to hear proclaimed.
I thank God, the Christ, and everyone who has stood and knelt outside the tomb, softly chanting my name, until I emerged from the domain of the dead. I am no longer dead, and I will not be deadened by rhetoric or rage.
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