Church was rather amazing this morning. For starters, there was one of those times where real life enters the picture: someone dealing with the suicide just this week of her brother, and coming to the church for help. Makes you wonder where people might go otherwise?
Dorothy McRae-McMahon preached this morning, as honest and loving and humble as ever. On the Uniting Church and sexuality the general feeling was to be glad to be in a church that, when it comes down to it, does embrace difference.
Dorothy gave me a poem for my birthday.
I will not die an unlived life,
I will not go in fear
Of falling or catching fire.
I choose to inhabit my days,
To allow my living to open to me,
To make me less afraid,
To loosen my heart
Until it becomes a wing,
A torch, a promise.
I choose to risk my significance:
So that which came to me as seed,
Goes to the next as blossom,
And that which came to me as blossom,
Goes on as fruit.