Tweets - March 29th - My Mother

You, oh Yahweh, my Mother, my Friend, have been my only song for years. You invaded my darkness and became my light, and I have been humbled in Your majesty, and I am so glad. I have had a few lovers over the years, but You have been my only song every time.

You are the only thing in front of me. When I look ahead, I only see Your Glory. You are Life. You are pleasures forever. I am so glad that the gods of this world are only foul idols, they are awful things, awful gods of war.

They command their servants to make weapons and take up arms because of promises of mercy. But You have required nothing from us other than what you give: mercy. They even used to sacrifice their children, at least someone had the sense to take that part out of their bible.

They are abhorrent, they and their servants. You are justified in sending them to the grave, forever it seemed. They have said in their hearts, "God's grace comes through judgment and bloodshed", because they have no known You, nor have they cared to.

It is not grace if I have to pay for it, You'd only be giving what we are due. I am so glad You are You and no one else. No, you don't require the payment of blood, gore, and sacrifice; Your grace is grace.

Soon, they will be found sounding horns and beating drums to put out the great fire. Instead of using water, they will use something useless altogether. They will hate that You have rejected their offerings and sacrifices as their beloved building, their hope, is turned into ash.

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"Who are You that watches my ancestors rot in their grave, allowing every awful thing, it seems, to burden me?", asked no one. Chile, that was my first question. Then the God I did not know, seeing that grace would be sufficient for me, answered. I knocked and the door flew open.

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I will never walk in solidarity with you because you are gay, or black, or my closest friend, or my mother. You'll look for me, but you won't find me.

Who is my true mother other than she who stood in the counsel of God? "She" can be cis or trans for all I care. When the gay or black person, or my friend or mother understands what it means to, "Lean on God", then I'll be standing right there at their side in genuine solidarity.

In order to understand why I don't stand in solidarity with you, you'll need to ask God why God stands by to let our ancestors rot in the grave. In order to do this, you must first entertain the idea of abandoning all those things taught to you by your mother and your grandmother.

I know, impossible. I love you anyway.