Apparently I’m not alone… The response to the post I wrote at the end of April about breaking up with the church was overwhelming; in less than 24 hours, it had become the 4th most-popular post on my blog. Clearly, it resonated with more than a few of my readers. I’m grateful to say that the comments – both…
Church has been the center of my spiritual and social life for as long as I can remember. Some of my earliest and happiest memories include sitting on the front porch, singing “Tell Me The Story Of Jesus,” and planting marigolds in the Sunday school garden. My childhood was filled with hymn sings, potlucks, choir…
There’s been a lot of talk lately about “spiritual abuse” in the Church. In truth, these conversations have been happening for centuries – for example: the prophet Jeremiah called out priests and prophets on the misuse of their authority, Jesus had rather a lot to say to the Pharisees, and then there was that one…
So much of the past three to four years of my life have been marked by an emergence of sorts. I am still very much myself, but how I live into “being me” is very different now than it used to be. I’m less guarded, more open, more likely to shoot straight about what I think…
“It’s all right.” Sandy had his arms about me. “You have to go all the way through your feelings before you can come out on the other side. But don’t stay where you are, Polly. Move on.” – Madeleine L’Engle, in A House Like A Lotus Those words were encouragement and freedom when I read them…
