{"id":1778,"date":"2024-03-21T10:27:49","date_gmt":"2024-03-21T14:27:49","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/blogs.lynchburg.edu\/holymoly\/?p=1778"},"modified":"2024-03-21T10:27:49","modified_gmt":"2024-03-21T14:27:49","slug":"poet-or-prophet","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/blogs.lynchburg.edu\/holymoly\/2024\/03\/21\/poet-or-prophet\/","title":{"rendered":"Poet or Prophet?"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">He winded along the sidewalk, his boots instinctively hugging the edge of the circle sandwiched between Schewel and Snidow before his feet gave a hard turn, descending him ever closer to the university chapel, with Chaplain Nathan Albert excitingly keeping step and chatting away, matching stride for stride. British poet Jay Hulme simultaneously carried with him an air of confidence and humility, his stature unassuming, his presence exhilarating.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">We eagerly greeted him with smiles and nods. He entered the sanctuary where \u201cAll means ALL\u201d banners hung proudly in full color at the front of the stage, along with the motto \u201cTodos quiere decir TODOS\u201d intentionally fixed along the face of the raised altar in bright pinks and purples. We, Church of the Covenant, felt honored to have such a special guest share his time with us at the 11 o\u2019clock hour on Sunday morning, the very hour that Rev. Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. had once called the \u201cmost segregated hour in America.\u201d Jay smiled warmly back as he was received by several from our local queer and trans Christian community, as well as by several from our ever-growing diverse church family.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">After a time of music and prayer had passed, we eagerly waited to hear what words of encouragement Jay would bring us. So, after making his way to the front to join the colorful banners that beckoned him, we braced ourselves for the wave of words that were sure to follow; for poets speak to be heard, and we were there to listen.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">He began his message with a simple, sobering reality evidenced through Scripture: \u201cEvery one of us has a tiny part of God in us\u2026a reflection of God\u2026 and every time a human being kills another human being, they kill a reflection of God\u2026 and every time a human harms another human, they harm the very reflection of God.\u201d His message was clear and succinct: When we hurt one another, we hurt God. Maybe these were the words we needed to hear. We needed, in that moment, to understand the stakes of bringing harm to others. And the stakes are extremely high. Even God can feel the effects of our human-on-human hate resonating throughout our hurting world.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">The next night, Jay continued his message when he spoke in the same sanctuary at the same spot, but this time as the Shumate lecturer. He carried on the same words of simple hope by pulling on threads from his own story: \u201cI couldn\u2019t love others until I could love myself\u2026 and I knew I had to love myself before I could love God.\u201d Jay Hulme let us know, albeit with a kind and gentle voice, that the source of our hate toward God or our hate toward others correlates directly with our own hate toward ourselves. His journey as a transgender man confirmed our greatest fears as human beings \u2013 that we often hate ourselves to death, as well as hate others to death. But, at the same time, we can change this trajectory.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">In fact, if we learned anything over these past few days with Jay, it\u2019s that loving ourselves, accepting ourselves fully and completely, is essential to then being able to love others, and in so doing, being able to even love God.<\/span><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>He winded along the sidewalk, his boots instinctively hugging the edge of the circle sandwiched between Schewel and Snidow before his feet gave a hard turn, descending him ever closer to the university chapel, with Chaplain Nathan Albert excitingly keeping &hellip;<\/p>\n<p class=\"read-more\"> <a class=\"more-link\" href=\"https:\/\/blogs.lynchburg.edu\/holymoly\/2024\/03\/21\/poet-or-prophet\/\"> <span class=\"screen-reader-text\">Poet or Prophet?<\/span> Read More &raquo;<\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":9,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"jetpack_post_was_ever_published":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[21],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-1778","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-dan"],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/p1QIf6-sG","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/blogs.lynchburg.edu\/holymoly\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1778","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/blogs.lynchburg.edu\/holymoly\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/blogs.lynchburg.edu\/holymoly\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blogs.lynchburg.edu\/holymoly\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/9"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blogs.lynchburg.edu\/holymoly\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=1778"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/blogs.lynchburg.edu\/holymoly\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1778\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/blogs.lynchburg.edu\/holymoly\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=1778"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blogs.lynchburg.edu\/holymoly\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=1778"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blogs.lynchburg.edu\/holymoly\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=1778"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}