Primal engagement

When women get together and feel a connection to one another any most thing is possible. This connection happened one spring evening. I know because I was there. What happened was so big that even those on the fringes were brought into the magic, swept up by a spiritual current that made its way to every corner of the room. There was a natural reluctance at first and that was to be expected. 

White women sat beside Black women who kneeled in prayer with Indian women who comforted Hispanic women who held the anxious hands of young women who sat in complete stillness at what God was working out. Many in this place did not know God at all. But there was no escaping what he had come to do this spring evening. Each woman he had specifically chosen to be there. One by one one he went about doing a work in them.  The evening became a place where baggage could be left, secrets revealed, and robes claimed by daughters of the kingdom long over due for their just reward.  I saw this with my own eyes because I was there. I received my robe too.

When women hurt together there is a chain reaction of sorts.  It starts out quiet and controlled. We are used to pushing through our pain, pushing it down, down, down.  But on those rare occasions when we let ourselves feel......then something distinctively primal occurs. I can't describe it perfectly but I can surely try. It is within the sound of pain making its way up and out, navigated by the spirit of the Almighty himself echoing "it's o.k. I am here for you."

Now imagine her quiet weeping that hears God's song in her heart, and then more hearts, and then more hearts, and more hearts, and more hearts and more. Pretty soon the room is filled to the rafters with the sobs of women letting go and letting God. This primal serenade can only be from a congregation of women who share one thing, an intense desire to heal. A desire to be there for one another in sisterhood. Hearts weeping for a new way and a new day. I know I was there. I wept with my sisters. I was part of the chorus of healing. 


To God be the glory.