Thursday, May 3, 2012

Tender, humble and deep blessings...

This morning I got a last minute invitation to visit with a local LGBTQ youth group.  I had a lot on my plate - and a jazz gig (in about 30 minutes) - but the presenting issue was bullying and hatred from the religious community.  So... when the Spirit says move, I better move.
I will write more later about my short time with these kids...

Let me just say I wept with them as they spoke of what religion and family has told them over the years.  And I couldn't stop weeping.  So they asked me to respond and at first all I could do was weep.  Until I finally I said, "You know, when I was a kid I was taught that boys don't cry.  And I've spent most of my life trying to hold these tears back... but somewhere about 60 I said fuck it!  Now I just let the tears come whenever they want to."  We all laughed and then got down to business.

It was a tender, humble and deep blessing:  Lord, keep them all safe and nourish their beauty, hope, creativity and love.

1 comment:

Tejas said...

Oh, I'd like to hear more about this, RJ. I'm looking forward to your next post!

getting into the holy week groove...

We FINALLY got our seed and wildflower order in! By now we've usually had seedlings started but... my new gig at church, Di's health...