Crack the book that Re-rewrites history
And grow new eyes to
As a girl I watched
The lines between human and not
Like the whip he used on your back
Your blood flowed and your screams
Choked my sense
Like a millstone
Around my neck
With each black face
Pushed to the dirt
They said you weren’t
Allowed to know
What letters meant
On a page
Just open a door. Even a small door. They will breach the surface like whales. They will walk with you on the waters.
They will believe in the storm and the Storm Master. They will share His faith and yours.
This story, from the point of view of a young girl, is about the collective responsibility of the church—male and female alike—to examine the type of environment we create not only through our theological stances, but also through our daily actions and interactions, so that we may make the church a safe and healthy place for girls and women.
Of all the literature produced by the early Syrian church, the most prized was composed by Ephrem the Syrian, often called “The Harp of the Holy Spirit.” One of his hymns memorializes the faith of the Samaritan woman whom Jesus met at the well and sent forth as a missionary (see John 4).