Wednesday, May 25, 2011

Outlander


She searches and searches for truth in this world,
and they are happy to hand it out in pamphlets,
in parables,
in bite-size sermonettes,
so they can count her soul in the tally roll of newcomers to the kingdom.
But, when she doesn't translate well into what they want her to be,
she dies a little more inside,
and she knows she never really could make it work,
and they know, too
(knew it from the start).
But, it made them feel good to try to fix her up
(like a prized pig),
and even better to cast her aside.
They've got it more together than she does
and, now there's proof.
They're closer to that one-way train ticket than she is.
This they know for sure,
and they won't spend too much time
holding on to what was really right
because hey, there's cake to bake,
and stories to spread,
and surely there's someone out there needing to be told they have it all wrong today.
But she . . .
she sits on the side of the road,
and she already knows she's not enough,
knows that a god who couldn't love her wouldn't be big enough anyway.
She knows.
She knows she's not an outlander to  God.
He calls her beautiful.
Even though his people have already marked her forehead and called it a day.

*Linking up with the lovely Emily today at Imperfect Prose today...



14 comments:

  1. Beautifully said, my friend. Beautifully said.

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  2. Outlander - yes what a concept. This a great addition to Imperfect Prose!

    Old Ollie

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  3. Great words, I have always felt like there was something wrong with me since I did not fit into the typical church lady mode so glad I am not alone. Here's to meeting on the side of the road.

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  4. such a wonderful word ..such tender feelings here ~~

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  5. "She knows she's not an outlander to God.
    He calls her beautiful."

    I like that. Grace and peace to you in Jesus, Lori.

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  6. and she already knows she's not enough, that a god who couldn't love her wouldn't be big enough anyway.

    This is such a great definition a humble and contrite heart. Accurately assessing His size and hers and still knowing His love. No inside out pride masked as insecurity, just true humility. I want this, even if it marks me to some as an outlander. And your picture was inspired. Love that creativity.

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  7. They've "marked her forehead and called it a day". To know where one stands and to be loved and accepted by Him, to be called "beautiful"... knowing this is a secure place to be, even on the side of the road. Lovely words!

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  8. Something I hope all the broken ones will know. And wouldn't it be great if the church DID show this love more often? Thanks for writing.

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  9. Lori,
    Loved this...hard hitting and wise. I'm reminded of those folks who've been knocking on my door for years, trying to convert me. "We almost got 'im...no he slipped away again...cagey bugger, that one!"

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  10. Oh this is sad and true! My biggest prayer for myself as a Pastor, is to be that one that knows I am the girl on the side of the road who is willing to sit in the space that life has dealt to him or her.

    I don't consider the people you've described to be real ministers and messengers of God. They have religion, not relationships with God.

    God is love. And if I, or any other minister, should ever choose to preach, teach or try and conform anyone into thinking otherwise, then may our mouths be shut immediately.

    Thank you for writing this.

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  11. But, when she doesn't translate well into what they want her to be,
    she dies a little more inside,


    oh, this grabbed me... too often, i try to be translatable, when i should just dare to be different. to die to them and to myself so i might live. thank you for this beautiful reminder, dear lori.

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  12. Much religious intolerance comes from an unshakable conviction in its truth. A relevant poem in today's
    world, where many people believe things without evidence.

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  13. Honest truth, beautifully said. Thank you.

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