But WHERE Is My Jam God Is Bigger Than The Boogeyman??

But WHERE is my jam God Is Bigger Than The Boogeyman??

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Ash Wednesday poem by Avery Smith

[ image description: black backgrounds with light gray borders and light gray text reading: there is something liberating /about being dust. / i ease my clenched fists open / release control over my own life / and let the breath of God / blow me where it will. / if i am stepped on, /it is no humiliation /and maybe the foot that smashes/will carry me down paths / unknown,to worlds/ surprising. / dust has no need for food or drink/ or all that ties down weary bones./dust is not concerned with things /too big for it – / it simply is. / God if i must be dust / let me beyour dust. / let me be/packed into a brick on a lonely woman’s cottage /or built into the child’s mud pie /or let me lie/at the base of a weed /and nourish it with all that i am. / even as dust i am / your beloved;/i am beloved and safeguarded by you. / God i am dust /and i am yours: / shape me as you will. / end id]

Happy #TransDayOfVisibility! It is important, today more than ever, to repeat the message loud and clear so that it echoes worldwide: Trans rights are human rights. All of us have a beating heart, all of us matter. We need to protect each other fiercely.

Quintus: Tell me, Nicodemus, what can be under the water, and never drown?

Me: A rock! 😃

Nicodemus: Fish?

Me: Oh

[image description: the words “God made me genderfluid” over dark purple, blue and white flowers]

I was NOT prepared for the amount of gender envy I would feel from Jesus and his disciples in The Chosen