I have just been reminded, reading a piece by somebody whom I hold in the highest esteem, of a moment some years ago when I was explaining a context that had hurt.
The hurt was part of an ongoing experience of being female in a variety of places in which that was not always a recommendation.
Central to what I have just read is the delight that what had hurt me in that context had now been changed to such an extent that where there was rejection, there is now affirmation.
I couldn’t be more glad.
And, in the spirit of Lenten “loving and being loved I want to thank those who have loved me into ministry, loved me through the hurt, and allowed me to love both them and myself as places of grace.
None of this is trivial.