I feel very brave posting this. Three and a half years of blogging here and I have been careful not to show pictures of myself straight on. In fact, you’ll only find two. Yet, here I am sharing a video of myself.
Why? Right now, I’m really not sure! A video of me reciting one of my poems with no makeup and no video touchup software? (That would have to be some pretty awesome touchup software…)
But… there is something to be said about showing your wounds…
Being a Christian isn’t about standing on a soapbox yelling out quotes from Scripture or pointing at people “in sin” and warning them that they better change their ways. Christianity is about Christ – and Christ is about love. Christ is love incarnate. So, if I want to share Christ with others, then I must not only love them in my heart and my actions, but also share with them my love – which includes my suffering.
When St. Thomas doubted the Resurrection, Christ came before him and showed him his wounds, let him put his fingers right into them. We all have wounds. We all have sufferings. And we shouldn’t be afraid of them or even ashamed of them. I am not proud of my defective gene (you won’t see me in any kind of SMA pride parade or whatever) but I am not ashamed to have a defective gene – or to even call part of me defective. For that is the truth.
By sharing the truth of who I am – all of me – I hope that you may come to better know my love and, through that love, to know Christ. God doesn’t make junk. Everybody is sacred – every body is sacred. And, sometimes, it is through our wounds that the glory of who we are is made known.
Now, remember mercy…
© 2017 Christina Chase
I don't call myself a poet — but the beating of my heart is poetry. I don't call myself a theologian — but the light of my mind seeks the Divine. Who I am is a Child of God, a Divine Creation, a person devoted to being fully human, fully alive.