A theology of encounter
Do you know what it is like to be invisible? To hear your friends talking about you behind your back? To be unable to walk down the street without being catcalled or whistled at? To be poor, to be homeless, to be without healthcare? To be a foster child, or a migrant worker, or to have a disability or chronic illness? To be told by the rest of the world that you don’t count?
How many of us know what it is it be known not as who we are, but only by the labels that society gives us? Sometimes they are fairly innocuous: Nerd, Hipster, Republican, Democrat. Sometimes they aren’t.