Faith in trust

I wonder sometimes if

God has different names

than the ones we call out.

today when I think of God

I call out

listen

trust

witness.

A triune not that different than the one

I learned,

but full of such explicit faith practices.

ones termed baptismal responsibilities,

beginning with live with them,

so that they might grow to trust God.

immerse and be with.

trust as you ask them to trust.

before any promise

is this overpass,

the fork in the road

that confronts us

with our learned distrust,

that confuses God with the

words and actions used as reference.

learned like it’s all learned,

maybe not so much taught,

broken up in nourishment

that hasn’t all been good.

we spoke of childhood messages,

and meanings that are not

defined by adult minds

reflecting back.

that are spoken by children

grasping for authentic representation,

amidst un-full participation,

in communities more

affected by their looking back.

immersed,

but not where they meant to be

all this time later,

nurtured,

but unsure what to pass on.

what if what was promised

lost our attention,

but is clearer to us now.

what if trust

and God,

and trust in God

are one.

whistled

like a phantom point

we couldn’t know to transmit,

and yet,

here,

for whatever reason

less difficult to perceive,

and still the entirety of

what’s promised,

what’s timeless,

and what’s our to learn.

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Writer. Thinker. Facilitator. Advocate. Invested in accountability for power based violence, creative initiatives, and meaningful, nuanced dialoguing.

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Amanda Lindamood

Amanda Lindamood

Writer. Thinker. Facilitator. Advocate. Invested in accountability for power based violence, creative initiatives, and meaningful, nuanced dialoguing.

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