The Saturday Blessing
For Pulling Out the Bindweeds of Oppression
This week, we’ve learned to distinguish between the flowers we tend and the bindweed we must pull. We’ve acknowledged that “politeness” is often just a fence that keeps us from doing the hard work of love. Today, we bless the fire in our hearts and the dirt under our fingernails.
The Saturday Blessing
A Blessing for Pulling out the Bindweeds of Oppression
May you be blessed with a Holy Indignation
that refuses to call bindweed a “flower.”
May you find the courage to wiggle a board loose
whenever the fence is trapping your neighbor in.
May you have the strength to grip the roots of poverty and racism,
and the slow-burning patience to pull until the soil gives way.
And when the world calls you “unpleasant” or “impolite,”
may you remember the Table-Flipper,
and find the Grace to keep on pulling.
Go get some dirt under your fingernails.
Amen.
