Ritagail’s posterous

Precious Jesus,
I am
An outsider in the midst of a Church
That divides itself at any line
Drawn
In Your Body and Blood.
Not raised in any denom,
And, trying to find one
Where I could belong--
Possibly--
I find myself back in childhood
Running between parents
Not speaking to each other
In one of their many conflicts that
Began
Before I came on the scene....
And so it is that I find myself,
Longing to fulfill Yours and St. Paul's
Admonition
To be at PEACE with one another,
Realizing that these conflicts in Christianity
Organized
Long before I came on the scene......
And You hint in my heart that it isn't my burden--
It's Yours.
You hold wide the door and beckon me
Through
Only to You.
It seems so selfish,
Yet,
Remembering my futile efforts at parental
Negotiating
It IS my reality.
Oh Precious Jesus!
Don't merely open the door wide
To me--
Pull me through!
And, I beg of You, allow me to grab a hand
That will pull through with me
Who grabs yet another hand....
Creating a chain of love following
You
Through Resurrection's open door.