I love the UMC.
I love the UMC
cause when I was too famished
to function,
I was nourished at the table.
I love the UMC
cause when I was destitute
without a home, without a dollar,
I was equal at the table.
I love the UMC
cause when I’m sad
or anxious or depressed,
I lay my laments at the table.
I love the UMC
cause when I’m too far
from home,
I’m surrounded by family at the table.
I love the UMC
cause I see that God’s grace
precedes me and justifies me
and my cup runs over at the table.
I love the UMC
cause my curly-headed nieces and nephews,
no matter their ethnicities or orientations,
are welcome to meet me at the table.
We’re all the same at the table.
I love the UMC
cause those different from me
are empowered, encouraged,
and capable of serving at the table.
I love the UMC
cause it’s clear to me
that we’re better
together at the table.
I love the UMC.
I am UMC, let’s be UMC together.
