I cannot deny the humanity of the other. I will not deny the humanity of the other. Your skin is a different colour, a tone not like mine. Your language, your mannerisms, your movement, is all different to mine. Yet there you are, breathing, living, celebrating, mourning. Laughing, crying. Your experience of being human is different to mine. Your ability is different to mine. I can run, dance, see, hear. You struggle to rise, your feet limit where you can easily go. Your brain struggles to make sense of the world around |
Your intimate relationship is different to mine. You embrace someone who shares the same anatomy, while I share an intimate relationship with someone whose anatomy is different to mine. Your share with your partner as I share with mine - our deepest desires, our failings, our frailties our yearnings, our dreams in life. You share with your partner as I share with mine, a love for who we see in the other, and an attraction for who they are in their care of us. There you are. Breathing, living, celebrating, mourning, laughing, crying. Your experience of being human is different to mine.
I cannot deny the humanity of the other. I will not deny the humanity of the other. It is full, it is beautiful, it is the best that they are, as part of the image of God. It is rich and enriching. It is a blessing and blessed. It is dynamic, diverse, complete in it as I am incomplete outside of it. To deny your humanity, is to deny God. To deny your humanity, is to deny the Easter story. To deny your humanity is to deny love, grace, life, forgiveness, transformation. To deny your humanity is to deny my own . . . . .