‘You don’t belong’, ‘not one of us!’
waymarks my life, t’was ever thus.
Yet in their imposed wilderness
wild love claims us, coalesces.
I’ve had many forms of estrangement. This last year I’ve experienced it from the place that professes great acceptance and inclusion. People are people though, and we practice othering in every gathered group. But the wilderness is a place I’ve been before, a place I’ve reluctantly journeyed times, and always its sand is between my toes.
Its a bleak and blistering place. But I wouldn’t be without it. In spite of how isolating it seems, it is a place that God better has our attention as he sand-blasts the hard edges of our lives, and draws us closer. And then we find each other again.