Liz and I met in 2001 in Kent, Ohio. We were young; we were growing up. We fell in love. I walked beside her as her community of friends and faith shunned her, ostracized her and cast her out for this love. There was great pain during this leg of the journey.
We married and lived the lives we thought we ought to in order to hide the pain of our individual realities. We walked together and traveled here to Boston.
She walked beside me as I heard the news—my father and brother and uncle had been killed. Together we walked through the dark valley of the shadow of death. I needed the physical presence of Christ during this leg of the journey. Together we walked.
We were not destined to walk our whole journey together as spouses. When we made that commitment we did not know who we were—we were frightened and asleep. Our time together as spouses ended and our paths parted. Others became the hands and hearts of Love who walked with me during my healing sojourn in the intense desert of grief.
We no longer walked together but we continued to travel. We grew-up.
Today I walked into Marsh Chapel at Boston University and heard a very powerful, inspiring sermon. Elisabeth Mae Douglass preached it.
I am proud of the woman Liz has become.
I am proud to have been able to walk the way of reconciliation and forgiveness with her.
I am proud to hear this sermon, this morning from the mouth of Lizzy Douglass—one who has been shunned by many but who continues to persevere and claim the Resurrection message of Christ even as others sought to deny it from her.
Thank you Liz for your inspiring message.
Thank you Liz for being one travel companion with me on this life's journey.
Thank you for keeping the Light with in you kindled even in the face of such adversity.
You are an amazing woman.
Preach it Sista!
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