How can we complexify our histories, identities, and the sense of what, whom, and how we belong? It is messy and painful work. It is also work that we get to do together. Perhaps we could even think of this going back through and coming back out anew as a re-birth; a re-baptism of sorts.

I’m thinking about how we relate with our histories, especially the parts where we look more like Roman centurions and tax collectors than poor widows or slaves.  And I wonder if we can imagine Jesus befriending us, weaving himself right through us no matter where we and our ancestors fall on the continuum of oppressor or oppressed.  I’m wondering what it would be like to befriend our own stories in the same way. To visit them.  To sit with them.  To befriend them. 

We in the church live at the crossroads of listening for Wisdom, and, despite our shortcomings, being a kind of demonstration plot for Wisdom’s ways. 

Jesus Sophia kickstarts the cycle of life which had been spiraling down toward death.  The anointed one, Wisdom, has been raised up.  Jesus Sophia lives and reigns with God.  Not as a conquering king.  But as eternal Wisdom.  Wisdom which is always seeking out other bodies to continue the story of Jesus Sophia.  We are the body of Christ.  We are the body of Sophia.