To the forgotten ones.
The lost ones. The ones in the back of the room. The ones faking a laugh at an inside joke they don’t get. The ones left behind. The ones not invited.
I see you.
To the ones who have to speak up, or they won’t be heard. The ones who have to stand out, or they won’t be seen. To the ones who have to run, or they’ll be left behind.
I was you.
To the new ones, stepping into an unfamiliar world. The ones trying to make new friends of people who have known each other forever. The ones who hover in the background.
I am you.
To the ones who wait on the phone for hours to get the courage to call. The ones who hover in front of the door, uncertain if they should knock. The ones sitting alone at a table. The ones who don’t get asked what movie they want to watch. The ones who don’t get thanked for quietly cleaning up after everyone else. To the ones who’s gentle wisdom is ignored.
I hear you.
To the ones who stand alone in the pew during the “shake hands with your neighbor.” The ones who don’t get that reference. The ones crying alone in their rooms. The ones who pick up their phones to text one word—but realize there’s no one to say it back.
To the forgotten ones…
We are not forgotten. We are not lost. We are not alone.
We are the found ones. We are the discovered. We are the loved. We are the ones chased after. We are the ones Jesus reached down for. We are the colorful ones. The ones who see so much. We are the survivors.
No, we don’t fit in–but we shouldn’t.
Because we were born to be the found. Not found by this world. Not by the people around us. Not by what we can do, or who we are, or who cares about us.
We were born to be found by Crucified Outcast. We were found by the stone the builders rejected. We were found by the God who came to save a world that didn’t want him.
And it won’t want us either.
But that’s okay.
Because he found us so we can find hope in the darkness. So we can find peace in the shattered pieces of our lives. So that even alone, we can be whole. Even from the outside, we can find shelter. A haven for our hearts.
Because we are the found and we are not alone.
We stand on the outside, so we can reach the outsiders.
We’ve cried alone, so we can wrap our arms around the lonely.
We’ve been pushed away, so we can reach the hiding ones.
We’ve been bruised, so we can be a balm to the broken.
We’ve felt hopeless, so we can be a testament to those who want to give up.
We’ve felt unheard, so we can be a voice for the silent outcries.
We’ve been left behind, so we can crawl back for the abandoned ones.
We were the forgotten ones…
So we can show the lost what it means to be found.