Some exciting things are brewing. More will be coming on that soon. I started a facebook page recently, if you would like to come see me and say hello: The Writings of Charity Lusk-Muse
I am also launching a new series beginning next week, on how we relate to one another as human beings, despite our differences, in celebration of our differences, and in tandem with our fight for justice and equality on many fronts. I have asked some friends to help out. It’s all my gift to you for the season we are in, and for missing so much writing in October. I hope you will real along and contribute to the conversations.
Today, I want to share something I wrote a while ago:
This is an excerpt from a post that was originally published on my blog “Black Sheep Confessions” on Thursday, September 24th, 2009. It is also part of my book I hope to release in 2014. It embodies one of the most significant points in my journey of reconciling my faith and sexuality. It includes some challenges to love one another – even the negative stereotypes, and challenges the church to love those who are most outcast and often hated on by the church at large. It is part of my journey of self-acceptance and part of my history of pleading with others to “love one another,” and as such, I am leaving it as is, even though my feelings have changed on some matters. Especially when it comes to identity and the role love plays in our sense of self. I would re-word and add some things now, and I did omit a couple of sentences which are no longer relevant to me. And I certainly am writing more on the matter in my book. However, my point in publishing today is that we have a name. That name goes beyond anything we are labeled by. It goes deep, to our sameness. To the light that is the root of all of us – the imago Dei (The image of God.)
i silently prayed and then listened as i finished putting away the coffee creamer, and i asked to know my name. a well of emotion came to my throat as i realized i have always known my name… my name is love… and for those of you who know me, you know how literal this is… i also felt the heart of God say to me that furthermore, my name is loved. and i am her/his beloved.
God says to me, “c… be loved.”
God says the same to you. God says the same to gay men with aids. God says the same to angry church people who yell at abortion clinics. God says the same to the girl who is walking in to the clinic. God says the same to the pastor with the pornography addiction. God says the same to the homeless lesbian teen who got kicked out of her home. God says the same to her family who cannot show love to their own daughter. God says be loved and that we are all so loved.
how different would we live if we lived out our names? what has God named you?
forgiven? remembered? seen? understood? reborn? loved? …_________…?
what if we treated each other as God has named us? what if we treated each other as loved? remembered? forgiven? seen? understood? or reborn? or __________?
my name is love. i am loved. i am to love. and i am finding joy which i have not felt in ages.
a few months ago, i asked “dear God, do you love me?” while looking at a starry sky. yes. s/he loves me. more than i’ll ever understand… when i realize it and when i think that love has failed.
my name is love.