Yesterday I sat with some pals. Some lady clergy pals. We spent a couple of hours not really talking about much. (Also, I think soccer was on.) But then, then the pain came. And the deep hurts in our lives and in the lives of the dear ones entrusted into our care. And it was horrible and beautiful and powerful and raw. And sometimes I forget I am holding my breath until someone else invites me to breathe. And share. And her load was my load and my pain was her pain, I mean it was different, we all had different stuffs, but we all held it together and shared it and no one fell, and we were all there in it and with no answers, but there we sat. Together. It reminded me of how you sent us all out to do this work with buddies. It reminded me of how you always hears your people crying or crying out or holding their breath or lunging for help. It reminded me of my very real commitment to this very challenging call to live life in community, to live church in community, to live faith in community. Because you sent me pals who remind me to breathe. Because you sent me pals who inspire me to work. Because you sent me pals who challenge me to witness in bold and radical ways. Because you sent me pals to share in my hurts and worries and deepest pains. Because you sent me pals who are real and carry real trauma but who also hold very real hope in and through you.
So thank you. Thank you. Thank you so much.
For the buddies you send. For the reminders to breathe and share. For always, always, ALWAYS being there.
The Rev. Erin Counihan serves as pastor at Oak Hill Presbyterian Church (PCUSA) in St. Louis, MO. She is a contributor to the RevGals book.
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