lenten journal: congregation


    God has made a habit of gathering
    undesirables, the less than perfect,
    or at least those as broken as they
    are brazen – I could name names
    but it serves just as well to look in
    a mirror, or around most any room
    filled with the fallen and faithful;
    what privilege I enjoy I have not
    earned; any hardship or suffering
    I have endured was not inflicted;
    what sense of belonging I have
    known, what love I have found –
    or has found me – came wrapped
    in the dusty envelope of humanity,
    fraught with fingerprints that point
    to both a checkered past and a promise
    that love binds us together because
    it is not earned, but given and received.



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