Thursday, October 9, 2014

Episode 31: Ten Couples Turned Our World (and we woke up married...again)

My soul cries out with a joyful shout that the God of my heart is great, And my spirit sings of the wondrous things that you bring to the ones who wait./You fixed your sight on the servant's plight, and my weakness you did not spurn, so from east to west shall my name be blest. Could the world be about to turn? 

The Canticle of the Turning. Sarah and I chose this hymn as a part of our ceremony two years ago. On that chilly October day 70 beautiful voices joined in robust four part harmony (God bless those Mennonites) and we sang of a world that was about to turn. Standing there in the chapel at Bethel College, the turning seemed possible but was still so distant, so hard to make out, so far away. 

My heart shall sing of the day you bring. Let the fires of you justice burn. /Wipe away all tears, for the dawn draws near, And the world is about to turn. 

There's a lot of turning left to do. There are lots of tears left to dry, so much hurt in our world. But in our little lives, in the complexity of Sarah and I's beautiful and ever growing covenant with each other, the world really does seem to be turning and turning rapidly. 

Though I am small, my God, my all, you work great things in me, And your mercy will last from the depths of the past to the end of the age to be./Your very name puts the proud to shame, and to those who would for you yearn, You will show your might, put the strong to flight, for the world is about to turn.

Ten brave and beautiful GLBTQ couples stood before a Missouri court and demanded their rights. And while salvation does not come from our legal system and hope does not rest in the laws and bindings of our country--our rights do.  And now our state must recognize same-sex marriages legally performed in other states. 

And just like that we had rights, here, in the state where we are building our home and praying our tiny family into existence. Praise be to God.

From the halls of power to the fortress tower, not a stone will be left on stone. Let the king beware for your justice tears ev'ry tyrant from his throne...This saving word that our forebears heard is the promise which holds us bound, 'Til the spear and rod can be crushed by God, who is turning the world around.

It's step y'all, a beautiful, significant step.  Thanks be to God. 

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