I have a sermon in my pocket…
I have a voice in my church…
God, whose Spirit blows everywhere, blew in my little being…
Unbelievable fate, one that allows a woman to stand behind the altar and speak the words of the Son…
Unbelievable and mind blowing act to allow a woman to be the shepherd, the voice calling in the wilderness:”Come, taste and see the goodness of the Lord”.
Unbelievable and yet it is true. It only took the courage to step out of the lines that we so willingly keep marking with bold thick pens, closed doors that we keep locked because of ignorance and fear.
It only took a pastor, a woman pastor to ask me for a sermon, and I knew that it is possible, it is not to be feared but to be sought after, it is not unattainable, but it can be learned.
It only took one person to ask the question that would have never been imagined to exist in my middle eastern world : “do you want to write your own sermon?”
We, the women whose eyes were opened to the endless possibilities that lies in every person, and more so in women, are called to ask these questions, to open these locked doors to our sisters and brothers. It takes a community to change beliefs and prejudices. It takes a lot of teaching and learning to make way to new possible paths for both men, women and children. We, who are holding a light today, must put it high to chase away the darkness of presumptions.
I have a sermon in my pocket…