A young person writes, “Let us into the story…”
I wasn’t there when it happened
I never knew that it was a “thing”
No one told me about the “Issue”
I just took it as fact
I remember when the marriage question came out
and my Sunday School teacher left
I didn’t understand what the problem was,
Saying yes just made sense.
I knew other churches were different
—school made that pretty clear—
But I never realized the history of division
I’d unwittingly inherited.
No one really spoke of the difficulty of changing
There were whispered references made aside,
Blunt speach only started recently
And we need some help to catch up.
We know there are problems around & within us
But knowing the details makes a difference.
I didn’t really know why my friends were worried
If I had maybe I could have helped
Maybe I should have guessed
Maybe I should have known
The rest of the world has these conflicts & divisions wide spread
Was I naive to think that my church was immune
I think we can do better, be better
The people around me say they want that too
Even if some of us weren’t around when it happened
I think we have something to contribute
Let us in to the story, give us an invite
We might have grown up in a different culture
It might seem like we have all the answers
We don’t
Give us a chance to learn
And walk this journey too
I wasn’t there when it happened
but I’m here now
How can we change?
Signed, Merina Shulist
(Shared with permission. Photo credit: Wix.)
