I wrote the blog-post embedded below for some friends at the Do Justice blog in the Christian Reformed Church in North America. It talks about theologies of disability and peace-making. I hope you like it!
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“Wholeness.”
I was coming back from the poutine place this evening, when I had the following conversation (edited lightly for clarity)…
He: “You weren’t injured in the field, by any chance?”
I: “No.” Beat. “I have spastic cerebral palsy…”
He: “Oh, I totally understand! If I were 100%, I could help you.”
I *grinning*: “I don’t need your help, but thank you.”
A few minutes later, I sat down, listened to R.E.M., and wrote this.
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Wholeness
My wounds are not from theatres of war,
From blood and shrapnel tearing through the night;
The pains I feel come from my ancient core,
From leftward limbs more stable than my right.
My back aches, and I feel the hollowness,
The aching gaps, that span my scoured soul.
My arm will twitch. Its spasms will confess
The tremors that sheer will cannot control…
And yet, in constant movement, I still live
To sing the song that’s sitting within me;
Sometimes, my weakness shames me, but I give
Stark, vivid proofs of great Eternity.
My lengthy, dusty mirror helps me see
That I am whole, even with holes in me.