So I am leaving Charlotte this morning. It is a beautiful day for travel. I leave a day early because my mother-in-law is ill and I am needed at home. So often when folks go into the hospital the news is down and then up and then right and then left and so I decided better to be at home. Texting hugs only works so long.
And here is my take away from GA. We are not in this alone, and we should not be in this alone. One of us can make a difference all of us make more of a difference. There are so many people in the UUA woking so hard to make this world a better place. So many people who are willing and able to set their own wants aside and work for others. I leave GA feeling so positive about our movement.
But we are not just a social justice movement. I fly home today in good shape because I have friends who gave up a really good lecture they had been looking forward to so they could sit with me. I could cry when I wanted to or laugh, they just let me be me. They got up early and made sure I packed all the little detail items with a promise to cover anything we had overlooked. There were hugs but mostly laughter, not because illness is funny but because these friends know that in the warmth of friendship laughter bubbles up. When I talk about the priesthood of all believers, how we are all ministers, this is what I mean. My friends are better ministers than most of the official ministers I know (myself included!)
I’ve go minister friends who are out there breaking down walls of injustice; who are making sure that arc of history bends toward justice just a little faster. I love them, I love their work. I love being part of their community and supporting them. I am so damn proud of them. But when times are tough it is the folk who can sit with me and really listen to my emotional messiness that i want by my side. So thank you.
And it was just not my friends in Charlotte. At home friends gladly took my children in overnight. They extended their hospitality with a “no problem we can do this what do you need” attitude and “we cna pick you up at the airport”. I know my children were loved and cared for when their dad or I could not be there. It is so tough as a parent to not be able to physically be present for your child when a crisis happens. It is good to know that members of the village stepped up. I am going to remember this. More importantly my kids are going to remember this- this is what you do for people. This is the kind of radical hospitality that we are called to live out. Thank you.
Hopefully all will be well my mother-in-law will heal and we will have more time with her. But if that is not to be so I go forward knowing that I am blessed so blessed.