The Sacred Mess

  • Palm Sunday

    It’s a beautiful Palm Sunday where I live. The sun is shining. The trees are starting to show leaves. Birdsong is in the air. And I feel nothing. Maybe it’s depression. Or maybe it’s the C-PTSD outflow my psychologist told me would happen once I accepted the trauma. Maybe it’s perimenopause. I don’t know but… Continue reading

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  • Quiet

    A passive resistance. What does that mean? I remember back in my 20’s saying to a friend, “What if the most powerful thing you can do is be quiet?” Not silent to injustice, rather quietness in the face of certainty. The people and institutions that don’t take the time to contemplate different views. Who don’t… Continue reading

  • More Than This

    More than this… I don’t want to deconstruct anymore, yet I haven’t found a clear path through the bad theology and uncertain translations. I’m not 100% sure about becoming an ex-vangelical, or even if I was an evangelical in the first place.   I’m certain of my God, but suspicious of the men and women… Continue reading