Membership is not perfection.
It is covenant.
It’s bearing witness to each other in seasons when you yourself are breaking.
It is ceremony and service and grief held without announcement.
You can critique from afar.
But you cannot assess the weight of a door you’ve never held open for someone else.
The sacred parts aren’t in the chants or colors.
They’re in the phone calls, funerals, graduations nobody livestreams.
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