You are loved and precious. Yes, even though the world so often says not. Even though there are people standing behind masks called G-d, telling you G-d hates you, I'm a Universalist. That's not the the G-d I know. The G-d I know loves all of G-d's creation. Yes, every one.
Reading Andy LC's blog, once again my heart cries at the iniquity we perpetrate on each other, the cruelties that divide us and separate us from knowing the Beloved who is here with us. "Are transgender people allowed to pray?"
Yes. Of course, yes. No one is barred from prayer. There are places some of us aren't accepted or permitted to pray. I keep a prayer open for those places and peoples that G-d will show them something new, something wonderful that will change the way they live faithfully. But in the Universalist tradition, no one is barred from prayer. No one can be barred from prayer. G-d can't be kept in a box or imprisoned. G-d's in the box and G-d's in prison because G-d is everywhere, with all of us, already. We just often get turned away from and alienated from knowing that the Beloved is here with us, loving us in our so many ways of being, in our paths of change and in our rootedness.
Andy's asking for prayers. Please join me.
God of Justice and God of Wonder, God of Mystery and God of Holy Delight, here I am, just as I am. Creator and ever-changing abiding Love, sit here with me in my anger and my fear, in my yearning and in my emptiness, in my grief and in my becoming. God, how is it that people stand behind paper cutouts of You and shake their fists and scream their own fear and confusion to try and make me what and who I am not, to take away what you've given me that cannot to be taken away: this me that is. Am I not precious also in your sight? In your heart? In your hands? I have wandered through the nights and through the days seeking a place to grow, to flower, to love and be loved among people, to live and to create a life of love, of justice, of wonder, of healing laughter, of all kinds of goodness. I wander and I come to this place, God, my Beloved, in the garden of troubles and in the city of sorrow and in the fields of loneliness. Beloved, still here you are with me. Beloved, give me refuge when the world expects me to be what I am not, when masks are presented and people insist I stop being difficult and just go along with what makes them comfortable and destroys my heart. Beloved, let me just lean my head a while on your knee, hear your song in my spirit, and know that I am with you and you are with me, from the beginning and always, worthy of your love and loved and called to this place and this time to share all I have to give. Alleluia. Amen.