I am twenty-nine, walking a partly paved road in southern India. Without knowing it, I have embarked on a pilgrimage: of my family, of my ancestors, of my Self. I seek the secrets of this ancient land but find my mind too noisy, my heart entangled with pain, confusion, and regret. So I walk until it passes, seeking as each wave of the ocean seeks the shore.
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I am left with questions. Will my children be welcomed in this world to be who they are? Will the potential my wife and I see be met with encouragement, or will they be encouraged to silence themselves, for fear that their true expression will be misconstrued for disrespect or turn them into a threat. Will their beautiful skin be accepted as God’s gift or a symbol of sin and shame?
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