I'll share a brief reflection that came on the first evening. We had a meditation period where mainly Bible passages were read. After each reading we had some quite reflection time and then we sang "oh Lord come and save us". I didn't care for this. It clearly was not presented in an interfaith manner. I also do not feel like the Divine is my lord, but rather an advisor and companion. The Divine doesn't need to save me because I don't believe in sin.
While everyone else was singing about their Lord, alternate words began to float through my mind. What follows is my recollection of them, to the best of my memory.
On your knees you crouched, hiding from the darkness, looking for the light. She came like an angel but could not save you. She held you instead and shared your pain, wept your tears, and ached for your heart. Gladly would she have traded places with you if she could have, but she had no body to be abused, she had no innocence to be stolen. All she had to offer is her loving presence and watchful eye. She saw it all. She saw the ugliness thrust upon you, and she saw the the untarnishable beauty of your soul. In these moments of darkness she is called to you, shining like the bright face of the moon illuminating the night.
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