Elizabeth Scripturient (the delinquent, ecumenical (hermionesviolin) wrote,
Elizabeth Scripturient (the delinquent, ecumenical

ugh, radical queer church of my HEART

Tara Sophia Mohr sent an email yesterday, "Heartgifts for July." It includes:

* a video wherein she talks about the myth that we only have One Calling (~1:39, "Many things are gonna spark in you that feeling of: 'I feel Called to do this,' 'This work is mine to do,' 'This little piece of light is mine to bring into the world' -- because that's what Callings are, they're just particular ways of bringing light and love into the world, ways that get manifested through your personality, your unique circumstances, your gifts and talents. [...] Instead of asking yourself, 'What is my Calling?' [ask] 'What is calling you right now?' ");

* and this poem, "A Letter from Your Calling":
“Every calling is great when greatly pursued.” ~Oliver Wendell Holmes

It’s me. The one who keeps talking to you about that thing. That project. That possibility.

I know you think you couldn’t be the one for the job, but honestly, if you weren’t the one for the job, I wouldn’t have come to you with it.

I wouldn’t have come knocking at the door of your mind. I wouldn’t have come into your dreams, into your imagination, into your heart.

I wouldn’t have made it so compelling to think about me.

I wouldn’t have planted in you the frustration with what is.

I wouldn’t have planted in you the vision of what could be.

You say you want more meaning, more adventure, and to have a greater impact.

I’m offering you all of that, but you keep telling me I’m silly, unrealistic, too big, when here I am, ready to give you the greatest adventure of your life.

I don’t take it personally, but I do weep about it.

I weep for the joy you are missing out on. I weep because you aren’t getting to witness your immense strength and brilliance. I weep for what the world is missing out on too.

When I took this job, they told me much of it would be waiting. Waiting on you.

I want to make sure you know, I’m here, close as breath, waiting. I’m waiting for you to say yes.

We can do this. Together, we can do this thing.

It’s true, part of my job is creating challenges and dark moments along the way—but only enough of them to teach you the most beautiful lessons you’ll ever learn.

I need you. Your hands. Your heart. Your mind. Your circumstances. Your strengths. Your weaknesses. Your wounds. Your wit. Your tale.

I need you, just as you are.

Say yes?


Your Calling
Tags: magpie girl, radical queer [noun] of my heart
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