“Love your neighbour as yourself” Mark 12: 31 Loving your neighbour might mean Removing monuments (that don’t tell the whole story) Renaming merchandise (and sports teams) that you like Making sure that EVERYONE can vote Staying silent and letting someone else talk Not worrying about vandalism (because getting rid of lynching is more nb) Not getting your way (for once) Loving your neighbour might mean this
The Difference (for Lily)
When your child Goes into the garden And removes Your carefully placed row marker You yell “WHAT ARE YOU DOING IN THERE! HOW MANY TIMES HAVE I TOLD YOU?! GET OUT OF THE GARDEN! ” When your grandchild Goes into the garden And removes Your carefully placed row marker You coo “Isn’t that sweet! Look at her! Look at how smart she is! Isn’t she cute! ”
Not Countless
Only one time (in my white privileged life) was I made to feel "less than" (a dental receptionist in Saskatoon disdained me for my poverty and not having insurance for the extras they wanted to do) Only one time Not hundreds Not thousands Not countless Not hundreds Not thousands Not countless
Back
BEHOLD I AM DOING A NEW THING
I can’t wait to get back to normal
BEHOLD I AM doing a new thing
I can’t wait to get back to normal
BEHOLD I AM
We’re almost back to normal
I AM
We are
Back
Back
Back
Safe
The name of the Lord is a strong tower; The righteous run to it and are safe. Proverbs 18:10 (NKJV) You and I mean different things when You say ‘safe’ I mean Nothing bad will happen You mean I will hold you when the bad things happen Safe
First things first
Look Listen Learn Lament Look Listen Learn Lament Look Listen Learn Lament
With you (for Kyle)
With you things are Better Brighter Understandable Safer Calmer Healthier Smarter Funner (Funnier) Stabler Greener Faith filled Better Much much better With You
Is there
Is there a place where my whole self is welcome? My whole self The good parts of my story The bad parts of my story The glorious parts of my story The boring parts of my story The ‘how do I talk about this’ parts of my story The ‘I know you’ve heard it before’ parts of my story Is there a place? Is there?
My Mom
My Mom Fierce (in the best sense of this word) Fun Fashionable Faithful My Mom She prays She prays She prays And then she prays some more I'm here (in every sense of this word) Because of her Period My Mom
Your picture
Your picture (So present, so real) Shocks me It awakens me To your absence (an unfillable void) And I cry Again And Again
Colleen R. Jantzen 