The Weight of Morning Mist
In the soft morning light filtering through stained glass, I stood at the threshold of our church, heart full of carefully crafted welcomes and thoughtfully woven prayers. Yet somehow, I remained as translucent as the incense rising to the rafters.
Oh, beloved, I see now the gentle irony. The same voices that penned passionate pleas for “women priests” floated past me each Sunday, their eyes searching distant horizons while missing the feminine presence already in their midst. Their letters spoke of hunger for female ministry while my “Let us pray” dissolved like morning mist.
Sacred Paradox
Each season I witnessed this sacred paradox: surveys demanding feminine presence at the altar piled up on unreachable desks while I stood, fully present, weaving liturgical moments. But without official sanction, my spiritual offerings became mere wind chimes in a temple breeze.
Yet this isn’t a lament – it is an invitation to deeper seeing. What do we truly seek when we dream of women at the altar? Perhaps we are so focused on claiming space within familiar structures that we’ve forgotten to ask: what unique gifts might our feminine souls bring to these sacred moments?
Wisdom’s Garden
Standing here now, I picture a garden, not a battlefield:
Where feminine wisdom waters ancient roots with fresh springs
Where our presence transforms rather than mimics
Where spirituality flows as naturally as Mary’s Magnificat
Here is a truth as delicate as altar lace: if a woman’s thoughtfully crafted welcome feels too insubstantial to hold, if “liturgical planning” merely means “updating slides”… perhaps we aren’t yet ready for the transformation we claim to seek.
Before we seek new roles, can we practice seeing the holy in what already is? Can we recognize the sacred in each feminine voice already raised in service?
Here I stand now, in this sacred in-between space of remembering. Watching. Waiting. Welcoming. Already whole, already present, already here.
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