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Entrusted

Oct 8, 2021

I was adopted in November of 1964 by Earl and Charlene Wright. Both were born this month. Both are deceased now. Just this year, I located and met my birth mother! I’ve learned, I am African, Irish and German. My Irish and German ancestors have been in this country since 1730! The details of my African heritage were stolen. It’s quite something to be adopted. Moses was. Esther was. Ruth was. Jesus was in a manner of speaking. When the Psalmist says, “I have been entrusted to you ever since I was born; you were my God when I was still in my mother’s womb.” I get that. Some feel a profound sense of abandonment when talking about adoption. I get that too. I feel entrusted more than abandoned. Moses’ mother put him in a basket and sent him down the Nile to save him and give him a life she couldn’t. I have always understood God in that story to be Moses’ basket, his mother, the river and his new home. Sending love to all my people wrestling with what it means to be entrusted.

Psalm 22:10


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Encomendado

Fui adoptado en Noviembre de 1964 por Earl y Charlene Wright. Ambos nacieron este mes. Ambos ya fallecieron. ¡Justo este año, localicé y conocí a mi madre biológica! He aprendido que soy africano, irlandés y alemán. ¡Mis antepasados ​​irlandeses y alemanes han estado en este país desde 1730! Los detalles de mi herencia africana fueron robados. Es bastante interesante ser adoptado. Moisés lo era. Ester lo era. Rut lo era. De alguna manera Jesús lo era. Cuando el salmista dice: “Fui puesto a tu cuidado desde antes de nacer; desde el vientre de mi madre mi Dios eres tú”, lo entiendo. Algunos sienten un profundo sentimiento de abandono cuando hablan de adopción. También lo entiendo. Me siento encomendado más que abandonado. La madre de Moisés lo puso en una canasta y lo envió por el Nilo para salvarlo y darle una vida que ella no pudo. Siempre he entendido a Dios en esa historia como la canasta de Moisés, su madre, el río y su nuevo hogar. Envío amor a todos aquellos luchando con lo que significa ser encomendado.

Salmos 22:10