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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.)

young person with boots walking on rocks

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