Blessed are those whose names are unknown.
The voiceless ones
who were quiet, so their stories were never heard;
who were overwhelmed, so they couldn’t find the words;
who felt like others had more important songs to sing;
who shared their stories in less-public arenas.
Blessed are those who showed up.
The ones who did the countless behind-the-scenes work
who made the coffee and baked the cookies;
who folded the bulletins and served as ushers;
who stuffed envelopes and licked stamps;
and did all the other Martha chores
that those in the spotlight never even knew about.
Blessed are those who remained in the shadows.
Those who just couldn’t…
who lived in insurmountable unsafe places;
whose closet doors were nailed shut;
who yearned to live in the light;
who were isolated;
whose participation was a financial contribution
…or a prayer.
Blessed are those who moved on.
Those who needed to be elsewhere
who were battered by the church;
in order to survive;
in order to more fully live;
so that they could find happiness.
Blessed are those who died on the journey.
Those who we knew
and those who we never got a chance to know.
And blessed are YOU.
Those who come next
the leaders (and the followers)
of this generation and beyond,
who find the next liberations
and who work for them to become reality.