I am grieving today…finding myself once again angry and despondent about how theology used to be a balm for me, but is no more; how women continue to be unseen and underserved in the ecclesial settings in which my beloved spends nearly all his energies; how I feel impotent to do anything ultimately healing of this raw place in me. This weekend also instigated an active lament--or a rant--given a sermon Brian preached for his congregation. (Timbre and tone of it can be glimpsed here ). So when a spirit-friend tendered some pretty specific questions that arose for her, with me in mind, it felt Invited, oxygenating, some salve for the situation I seem to be in at the moment. Thanks, Susan. Did you feel close to either of your grandmothers? I never felt close to either of my grandmothers, though I was quite proximate to one of them, Grandma Ruth. My father stayed close to her, both in geography and as a dutiful son, so we saw her regularly. Sunday afternoons after church, before school wou...
...in a listening project into stories (others' and/or my own) not held deeply or heard thoroughly in the institutions and culture(s) we've created. A place to explore hope, healing, love without reciprocity...transforming culture by surrendering into Hope and Belonging here, now, this moment...