Cleaning (using that term loosely!) my desk today, I ran across an email response to my friend Caren, written at her provocation on how I might think I am privileged. That’s become a hot button issue these days but has not enjoyed the introspection it deserves in mainline society.
I remember this question well—-I had never been asked before that I could recall. Caren was in divinity school then, hence her prompt. But, div school or not, she is a person who asks the hard questions always! Nothing skims the surface with her—-she has just always been a troublemaker for God! I love her for that! I wrote a poem about her. Will post it soon!
At any rate, here are my answers. I am surprised to see they would not change much even now!
I am privileged because:
I am a beloved child of God.
I have clean drinking water.
I have enough food.
I am healthy.
I am warm in the winter and cool in the summer.
I do not have to move because I can’t pay my rent.
I get to sleep in a bed.
I have an education.
I have access to medical care through insurance.
I live in a country where I can freely worship at any place of my choice. I pray the same for my non Christian friends.
I have been consistently loved by family and friends.
I have been mentored by role models, all along my life’s journey, who have shared their love of Christ with me through their actions.
I have discretionary emotional energy.
I belong to a denomination that celebrates the role of women in the pulpit.
I have hope.
I have a voice for advocacy that can be heard if I will use it.
I have learned love is a verb.
I am open to learning.
I know who my neighbors are, regardless of address.