Today, I share a post about life: unmasked, a blog meme started by my sensational friend, Joy.
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My hand grips the edge of the seat a bit too tightly, blanching fingers and feeling upholstery buckle within grasp. Words slip unbridled from my lips, white hot passion and vindication welled up within soul suddenly breaking forth, tumbling out.
I’m not mad at him, but at circumstance, at those who have made the circumstances for him, and I slip quickly into seeing them as faceless others, not persons, things and obstacles. I reverse the mystery of transubstantiated souls, deny the incarnate persons, and fail to see them as cosmoses in their own right. So I speak with certainty, a certainty that supposes that it is easy to reject others, easy to deny enfleshed being.
But it’s not.
It is hard to turn, to venture, to break. When we fail to see that each person in their own right is a cosmos, a complicated soul expanding to the very edge of their body and pulsating beneath the delicate paraffin of skin, we fail to see that each is made in the Image.
Though Likeness is part of the journey, incepting with the kiss of Holy Ghost that sets the pulled flesh alight, makes soul dance and cosmos spin, Image is ever there. Image tarnished, but Image present.
Each person a cosmos, each tribe a galaxy, and all this contained within the broader system, cosmos, galaxy, universe, and to the edges, the fringe, where the hands of Father God hold close and keep in delicate balance.
How easy to forget. How easy I forget.
And this, my friends, is life: unmasked.
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It is my joy, with Joy, to share here words that expose life honestly, openly, and messily. Some days my posts for this meme are about this chaos of being, other days I manage a bit more gentle words.Would you join us in sharing the vulnerable times, the unordered times, the unkempt rooms?
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