I grow weary of words, they seem so inadequate.
In my liberation theology class we were discussing the roles needed in liberation theology. Some declared themselves storytellers. Another colleague sees herself as problematizer. And of course we have the encouragers. I decided we need artists. God needs more than words, theology as the study of the nature of God (only one of the many paltry definitions) would require more than words in order to liberate. It would require that God be verbed, it would require that God be danced and painted and sung.
Weary of words I pray in colors to a purpling God who Greens us all.
Our Orange who art in Heaven,
Aqua’d be thy name. Thy kin-dom of rose and buttercup crimson and periwinkle come.
Thy magenta be done on earth as it is in heaven.
Give us this day our daily blue.
Forgive ME my grays as I forgive those who white against me.
Lead me not into colorless temptation and deliver me from coloring within the lines
for thine is the yellow, the sage green, the cerulean,
for ever
Amen.
