And you start like this:
“I sat with this message for days. I tried to make it pretty. I tried to make it powerful.But I couldn’t find the fire because I couldn’t find Her.Not in my body. Not in my face. Not in my mirror.And that… is exactly where the work begins.”
What if Week 3 isn’t a celebration?
What if it’s a lament?
A grief soaked confession of what white supremacy did to your theology, to your mirror, to your knowing?
What if this is the week you say:
“I don’t always believe I carry the image of God.But I want to.And I’m willing to fight for it.”
That would be the most liberating, disruptive, truth-telling sermon of the series.
When You Can't See God Reflection Guide