The body of Christ is a funny thing.
Augustine said, "The church is a whore, but she's my mother and I love her."
Sometimes she is hard to love.
Lori Sealy said yesterday, "If you're struggling to love the church, focus on her foundation."
Sometimes the church is hard to look upon because her beauty is stunning. Blinding. Awe inspiring. Sometimes she is a beautiful reflection of her Savior.
I have seen her beauty this weekend and felt like a ten year old girl awed into silence by the bride at a wedding. I am struggling to find the words.
I did not realize that I was growing disillusioned with the structure of the church until I saw it functioning like it's supposed to. I did not realize I was functioning in fear and shame until I was challenged with freedom. I did not realize that I felt unimportant until I was told strongly and in no uncertain terms that I am loved, valued, and important... that my relationships with the women in my church matter.
I had forgotten that "community and compassion are covenant words," in the words of Susan Hunt.
I had forgotten that God is in the still, small voice - nose to nose with me.
Susan Tyner, one of the session leaders, said, "Our limitations lead us to a limitless God." What a thought. God - limitless, omnipotent, and all-knowing - meets us in our limitation and powerlessness.
What a day. What a great, great God we serve. What beautiful sisters I have.