Precious

The waitress who served Mom and me at her favorite diner is named Sunday (long “a”).  Curious, I asked how she got the name.  She told me her grandmother had named her…and until years later, she hated the name.  “I grew up in the 70s.  Can you imagine?  Kids were ruthless.”  When she was old enough, she started going by her middle name–Denise.  She said that name kept her out of the principal’s office.

When Sunday’s grandmother was dying, Sunday spent some time with her.  Finally, she asked her:  “Why did you name me Sunday?”  Her grandmother’s response:  “As Sunday is holy to God, so are you holy to me.”  Sunday teared up.  “Since that moment, I have loved my name.  I’ve done some hard living in my life, but now I know I’m loved.”

As a pastor, I’ve talked with many, many people who do not feel loved–by God or anyone else.  Not believing they are loved often has dire consequences in people’s lives.  If only people–every person in the world–knew they were loved?  The world would be a happier, healthier, much more whole place.  If I had only one prayer to pray, it would be this:  that all people would know they are loved by God.

After talking with Sunday, I wrote this song, “Precious.”  I dedicate to Leelah Alcorn and to everyone who longs to feel accepted and loved for who they were created by God to be.

Precious, precious, you are precious in God’s eyes,
You are precious, in God’s heart.
Precious, precious, you are precious in God’s eyes,
You are precious, in God’s heart.
She had a hard life, which led to hard living.
She tried to lose herself in sleeping around and drinking.
The emptiness inside made her feel like she had died.
She did not know how precious she was.
Precious, precious, she was precious in God’s eyes,
She was precious, in God’s heart.
Precious, precious, she was precious in God’s eyes,
She was precious, in God’s heart.
He knew from early on he was not like everyone else.
Trying to be like them, he learned to hate himself.
That hatred grew so wide, he took some pills and died.
He did not know how precious he was.
Precious, precious, he was precious in God’s eyes,
He was precious, in God’s heart.
Precious, precious, he was precious in God’s eyes,
He was precious, in God’s heart.
In the image of God we have been formed.
God loves us, as we were born.
We are fearfully and wonderfully made.
If we just believed it, if we just believed it,
If we just believed it, we might be saved.
Precious, precious, you are precious in God’s eyes,
You are precious, in God’s heart.
Precious, precious, you are precious in God’s eyes,
You are precious, in God’s heart.
Kim Buchanan  (c) 2014

http://www.nytimes.com/2015/04/09/us/politics/obama-to-call-for-end-to-conversion-therapies-for-gay-and-transgender-youth.html?emc=edit_na_20150408&nlid=60731031&_r=0

About reallifepastor

I'm a pastor who's working out her faith...just like everyone else.
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