How does she
become
what is
not
allowed?
How do gifts
grow;
gifts she is
not
allowed
to have,
much less,
God forbid,
use?
Where
is the model,
the mirror,
for her
becoming?
What energy
will be wasted,
what creativity
squandered,
in the effort
to prove
her right
to be
in the room?
I see you
daughter.
I call you
by your name:
Pastor.
Come forth,
dear one,
come into
every gift
that is yours
from birth.
You are the mirror.
You are the model.
Come forth.
Without
your faithful
presence,
we see
only a sliver
of the divine.
* for all of the female pastors I know, still struggling to gain access to the rooms of power, still sitting through professional conversations in which the validity of their ministry is questioned, still wondering if it’s ok to be who you are. I see you, we need you.
Amen!
Encouragement.
Amen