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.
Nurture and grow they pulled out,
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.