Monday, May 21, 2018

Who is in the Middle?



       I recognize beliefs from the politically conservative, those on the right: lower taxes, choice of schools, pro-life, pro-guns, “sanctity of marriage”… and from the politically liberal, those on the left: healthcare for all, supporting LGBT rights, pro-choice, stricter gun laws, public education…(ww2.kqed.org). But is there a middle? And if so, who’s in there and where do they stand?
Libertarians are socially inclusive and economically conservative, according to Eli Watkins (2013), and desire minimum government and maximum freedom. The Tea Party believes in “commonsense, conservative, constitutional self-governance” from a Judeo-Christian perspective according to their president, Steve Eichler (www.teaparty.org/about-us/). There are also liberal republicans who believe that “good ideas are good ideas no matter where they come from” (Ball, 2015) and conservative democrats who are “fiscally responsible,” transcend party lines and are recognized as “blue-dog democrats” (https://bluedogcaucus-costa.house.gov/about).
And then there are the Moderates, the Centrists whose reputation includes seeing both sides of the issues and ranging from left to center to right (Miller, 2016). Moderates see that there is not only one answer to the important political questions, that two opposing ideas can be held at the same time, and that courage and humility are necessary values to holding the centrist position (Brooks, 2017).
I imagine it does take courage to be a moderate because those on the left and on the right, one could guess, would be frustrated with someone who will not choose a side. Can the centrist stand beside law enforcement officers with respect for their service and concern for their safety and at the same time march beside black Americans to recognize the wrongness of white privilege? What would the pro-life and pro-choice movements think of someone who believes in the preciousness of life in utero but can offer acceptance and non-judgmental compassion to the women wanting to abort? Can I walk beside my LGBTQ+ friends in a pride parade, stand up at city council to denounce conversion therapy and believe that the Bible affirms same-sex relationships while still holding to a christian faith and a belief in the protection of religious freedoms? A Christian Buddhist, a pro-life democrat, a bible-believing gay man, a bleeding-heart republican: do these all sound contradictory, like oxymorons?
People on both sides may see these examples as impossible conflicts. Some may reject the idea of the moderate, declaring it is impossible to hold true to both ideas. My conservative family may question my faith when I reject the concept of an inerrant bible, and my liberal friends may wonder at my admission that I believe in life at conception. We live in a culture that encourages us to defend our positions instead of hearing where the other side is coming from.
How difficult would it be to organize and march beside someone with opposing views in protest to the division and conflict running rampant in our society? Would we be willing to rebuke the story that says we must war against each other and instead write the narrative of the bonds of simply being human? Could we come together to hear individual stories and celebrate the human capacity to empathize instead of screaming our perspectives and blocking out the sound of the other side? Does the thought of listening and learning from people with different ideals create discomfort and disgust?
I will admit that I avoid reading books or listening to sermons where being gay is labelled sin or where fundamentalist christian values are taught. I’m shocked at the negation of discrimination and want to shut down a conversation where the existence of white privilege is denied. I’ve halted dialogue by responding harshly and with false confidence when opposing views are shared. But this is not who I want to be and not how I want to react. I want to be authentic and compassionate in my moderate views with openness to hearing the thoughts and experiences of others.
This past weekend I went to a neighborhood yard sale where over 40 homes participated. The streets were lined with vehicles, bicycles and pedestrians. Everyone was smiling at each other, enjoying the treasure hunting experience, greeting each other with head nods and hellos. There were no democrats, republicans or moderates at this event, just people, neighbors, families, and bargain shoppers. We chatted with and waved to strangers because the commonality of being human was the center focus. I see this at community events like Kool April Nights or the Redding Rodeo. I know it happens in churches in my city where people focus on worship and growth more than disagreements. I believe friendships exist where opposing views can be explained and respected. How important is it for you and I to look inward and outward at the demands for division and to not only refuse to participate, but to combat separation by coming together as human brothers and sisters?

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References
Ball, M. (2015). The bluest republican. The Atlantic. Retrieved from: https://www.theatlantic.com/magazine/archive/2015/03/the-bluest-republican/384969/

Brooks, D. (2017). What moderates believe. The New York Times. Retrieved from: https://www.nytimes.com/2017/08/22/opinion/trump-moderates-bipartisanship-truth.html

Miller, G. (2016). There’s nothing sexier than a political moderate. Huffington Post Retrieved from: https://www.huffingtonpost.com/galanty-miller/theres-nothing-sexier-tha_b_8784552.html

Watkins, E. (2013). What is libertarianism? CNN Politics. Retrieved from: https://www.cnn.com/2016/05/27/politics/libertarianism-libertarian-party/index.html


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Saturday, May 12, 2018

Who Am I?

      We all have a system of parts working in us: the selfish part, the let-loose part, the responsible part, etc. I love the part of me that comes out in the therapy room, the non-judgmental, empathetic part or the part that is in control at Outskirts, the good listener who calmly speaks out of humility and wisdom. I dislike the parts of me that are critical, mostly of the person I live with and love, that are triggered and defensive, and that are wounded and insecure.
I have discovered that this wounded child part shows up and takes control more than I thought. Sitting in a new arena and hearing someone voice opposition towards the LGBT, for example, she speaks quickly and firmly her position, wanting everyone to know who she is and what she stands for. It is in the assured tone and the harsh declaration that the conversation is then shut down and opportunity is lost to have any kind of meaningful exchange. Yes, I’m glad she stands up for what she believes, but wisdom speaks gently and with love towards ignorance, disagreement, and even towards prejudice.   
Even in an exchange between close friends she makes broad, generalized statements that come out sounding extreme. I am learning that it is possibly her insecurity and lack of confidence that respond in such a way. She puffs up and spits out words without true discernment or questioning if this is truly what she believes. Example: She has been wounded by her childhood church and her experiences there with leaders and beliefs. When the subject of that church, those doctrines, or specific people come up, she tends to hurriedly resist the topic, spewing an insult, a declaration against, or a refusal to hear points being made. 
“I don’t believe that anymore,” said with a grimace of disgust. 
“I hope they leave and become Athiests.” spoken with arrogance and thoughtlessness.
This wounded child, insecure and reactive, also shows up in criticism for my dear husband. Because she lacks confidence, she is on guard always in public situations, trying to figure out the roles of conduct and the expectations of others around her. When dear husband, who is free from such distractions, talks too loud, guffaws boisterously, or behaves in a carefree and silly manner, she feels embarrassment and disgust. 
“You’re drawing attention,” she thinks, “people are staring, wondering what cave you just crawled out of.” 
“I don’t want them looking at me! What if I’m doing it wrong? They’ll notice if you draw attention to me!!”
“They’re judging me because I am with you. Stop!!”

This is a problem. This reactivity does not portray authenticity. When I examine who it is that I want to be known as, it is someone who is genuine, empathetic, non-judgmental and compassionate. How many people have seen or known me as the judging child who spews criticism and thoughtlessness? How many conversations have been shut down by my harshness or people have been hesitant to speak further with me because of my declarations?
The saddest part in all of this, is the fact that I am missing out on moments to be with others in a genuine way. I am hiding behind false confidence and losing out on opportunities to be known. I am losing chances to get to know people in deeper ways because criticism takes the place of curiousity. And this simply is not who I am in my core self.
I want to sit at the table with someone who believes differently than me about the Bible’s stance on LGBT relationships and open the conversation by hearing them, being curious about how their beliefs were formed, and what experiences they have had in hopes that I can learn more about their perspective and understand better who they are. Maybe, they will become more open to asking how I came to the place where I believe God affirms LGBT relationships.
I want to be filled with forgiveness and grace, even towards oppressing ideas and past relationships that were injurious. Already does the spirit of acceptance and gratitude exist inside of me. I see people in differing religions as mostly genuine in believing what they do and in trying to serve God the best they know how. Just because I am in a different place does not discredit their doctrinal stances or experiences of spiritual living. 
I want to continue to be involved in social justice issues while maintaining my authentic love for others and my open ideas that truth is everywhere and can be gleaned from unexpected sources. I want to not only listen to the wisdom from new sources, but have an open heart to hear the knowledge of sources I have moved away from. 
I want to walk beside my husband with joy in my heart for his childlike awe and his freedom to express emotions in uninhibited ways. I want to learn from him how to release the childlike side of me, moving past her insecurities and allowing her to be silly and loud and carefree. 
Then I will be known for who I truly am, a glorious mix of wacky and wonderful, a flawed  woman who learns lessons and grows continuously, and an authentically loving individual who is curious and kind as she cherishes others and their offerings to her world.



Saturday, March 24, 2018

Why We Need To Hear Marginalized Voices

by Jenny L. Young
March 14, 2017

I have never paid attention to politics. I didn’t need to. My status quo wasn’t changing drastically with each new president. My life continued largely untouched by election periods. Social activism was something other people did. I didn’t see activism in my white, christian world and never felt pulled to look deeper into the sociology of my city, state, or nation. 

I remember hearing that anyone could pull themselves up by the boot straps and make a better life for themselves. At the church I grew up in, being gay was a sin, the husband was the head of the wife, loyalty to God and the church came before everything else (including social activism), and it was wrong to come against “God’s anointed” leadership, which were all men. 

I unknowingly swallowed the shame of being abused by the “boys club” and of being a female in a male dominated world. I ignored the inequality amongst class and race and the suffering of those who were classified as less than. As a teenager, I began to silently question the generalizations that kept out and judged others based on skin color and sexual orientation, but continued to enjoy the comforts of my middle class existence at home and in the church.

In 2004, I had a spiritual awakening where I literally sat up in bed and said, “Is this all there is?” This started a difficult period of exiting the fundamentalist church I grew up in, erasing beliefs from my mind that swamped me with religious guilt and shame, and entering a space of grace and freedom. I started college at the age of 34, insecure and intimidated, yet determined to enlarge my understanding outside of the church doors. My world religions class was my favorite and cemented an idea that rang quietly inside of me for most of my life, truth was everywhere! 

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My whole world changed with that 2004 question. I eventually left my very complicated marriage of 20 years, received my masters degree in counseling psychology, remarried a man who was willing to see me completely, and started a home group that focuses on inclusion and love. Politics were unavoidable as I watched young black men be killed, LGBTQ+ fight for the right to marry, and women bravely reveal abuse from men in power. With the election of Trump, and the recognition of the privilege I have lived my life in, the need to hear marginalized voices became clear.
The Importance of Marginalized Voices
The reason we need to make room to listen is simple: Because for too long marginalized people have had their rights ripped away and have been treated as second-class citizens.

The truth is God speaks and works from the margins. When we listen, we allow ourselves to learn from these powerful perspectives. We honor christian values and the example of Jesus himself. We live out the two most important commandments: Love God and love others. 

Story after story, Jesus reaches out to the people no one else would: the harshly judged woman at the well, the hated tax collector, the scorned and avoided people with leprosy, the woman religious men wanted to stone, the people of Nineveh (this one is old testament God), and the list goes on and on. Jesus himself was a man on the outside, persecuted for being different and offering a new message.

People on the margins have deep wisdom to offer. They have experiences that mirror Jesus’ experiences of prejudice and persecution. They understand and can teach a perspective that many have missed out on, coming from a place of privilege. 

Our home group includes members of the LGBTQ community and last week they taught us about Jesus’ parables in Matthew 13 and 18. The first story was about the man who found the pearl of great price and sold all he had to purchase it. My friends looked at these verses from fresh eyes and began to share how much they have had to give up (family, jobs, security, personal safety, friends, churches, communities…) in order to simply be themselves.

The second story was about how Jesus, when discovering that one out of one hundred sheep had gone missing, leaves the ninety-nine to attend the one. This is how Jesus responds to the outskirts! He leaves the ninety-nine who are safe and fed and comfortable to witness and care for the one who doesn’t fit, who isn’t the same as everyone else, who feels alone and scared. He puts his energy, time, and attention on making sure the one knows that they are worthy!

The most important aspect of listening is that the narratives of those who have been abused, labelled, taunted, and undervalued can experience change.  “The very act of bearing witness to these voices is radical and transformative” (Utt, 2013). To be seen, known, isn’t that what we all desire? Leave the comfortable and step out into the margins where Jesus is, where education lies, where love reigns. The truth is, the opportunity to hear these stories will radically change our lives too.

Why So Much Negativity Towards the Church?


The movie Spotlight highlighted the stories of sexual abuse by priests in the catholic church. It was a bitter and dangerous battle to expose what had been masked for years and to hold accountable the perpetrators and the institution. And yet looking back now, we can see that “it is possible to begin turning even an organization as large and as old as the church toward primary concern for victims” (Zimmerman, 2017). This devastation transformed the system into one intent on learning what went wrong and how to listen to victims. 



Growth is often painful, and can come from conflict or devastation such as this scandal. But it is change that most religious institutions need. In every row of people attending Sunday morning services, there are victims of sexual assault or abuse, there are people affected by prejudice, and there are people who have suffered in isolation and shame.

Silence and inaction mean we are complicit. Love without action is meaningless. Instead, let us acknowledge wrongdoing, declare that women are valuable within the community and that sexual abuse or harassment is unacceptable, stand in solidarity with victims advocating for justice and healing, establish plans for dealing with sexual crimes, and declare no tolerance for abuse in our churches. Let us create leadership positions for those on the outskirts, to teach us how to open our eyes and love the way Jesus loves, to lead us in broadening our privileged perspectives into more inclusive ones. May we give power away and move the marginalized to a welcoming center, speak and act for justice, standing up for the rights and wellbeing of others. May we address contemporary and historical injustices, making marginalized people our partners

Why So Much Anger Towards Trump?

Why, for the first time in my 45 years, am I vocal about our president? Why now, am I choosing to read, to watch, and to write about politics? As I said already, time is up for silence. Staying quiet means being complicit to the abuse happening in our nation against the marginalized. 

My guess is that every president has done good things, including Trump. And that every president has created policies or acted in ways that are disliked. Standing here, in 2018, it isn’t about comparisons of past presidents for me. It’s about the state of our nation, where prejudice, divisiveness, and abuse is everywhere, and the fact that we have a president who perpetuates and encourages this behavior. 

For example:
  • Made effort to ban all transgender individuals from the military
  • Encouragement of police brutality, “joking” that officers should rough up suspects as they shove them into the back of police cars
  • Executive Order 13769, banning Muslim-majority nations
  • Mocking disabled reporter during campaign
  • Immigration promises to deport all undocumented immigrants, criminals or not
  • Insults hurled at women: on weight, looks, sexuality, menstruation, ethnicity
  • Using ignorant and degrading language such as calling Haiti and other African nations, "shithole countries," saying immigrants from Haiti "all have AIDS," and Nigerian immigrants, once seeing the US, would never "go back to their huts" (Leonhardt & Philbrick, 2018).
If I am to stand beside the marginalized, if I am to advocate to right the wrongs of discrimination and prejudice, how can I not protest Trump’s degrading and disgusting behavior? If I am to emulate Jesus and step into relationship with those on the outskirts, how can I support a man who has encouraged hate with his own words and actions? If I am to promote leadership from the margins, to learn from their wisdom, and to give up my power to empower them, how can I stay silent watching the man in the most powerful role in the US spew insults and ugliness towards the marginalized?

I cannot. And so I will walk in women’s marches and pride parades, and I will bristle when I watch the state of the union address. I will try to show respect and offer validation to my friends who challenge my disapproval of our president, and I will continue to hope that they can do the same. I will not be silent or ignore politics that degrade others, but will hope that our innate need for connection will lead to relationships with the marginalized and the creation of open minds.


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So What Does Marginalized Look Like?

Marginalized looks like black people, who after years of slavery and atrocious abuse see the 15th amendment passed in 1870 giving black individuals the right to vote, only to face the fight that continued into the late 1960’s to see this come to fruition because states made it impossible to register. It was only 51 years ago, in 1967 that the ban against interracial marriage was struck down by the Supreme Court. People who are 50 years old today, saw the Civil Rights Act of 1968 passed, outlawing discrimination in the sale and rental of housing and lived through this period where separate but equal was preached and lynchings still occurred.

Being a minority for the LGBTQ meant being labeled as a sociopath by the American Psychiatric Association (a person with a personality disorder  manifesting itself in extreme antisocial attitudes and behavior and a lack of conscious). In 1952, President Dwight D. Eisenhower signed an executive order that banned homosexuals from working for the federal government, saying they were a security risk. Only 25 years ago, President Bill Clinton signed a military policy directive that prohibited openly gay and lesbian Americans from serving in the military, but also prohibited the harassment of "closeted" homosexuals. The policy was known as "Don't Ask, Don't Tell.” And three years later, Clinton signed the Defense of Marriage Act, banning federal recognition of same-sex marriage and defining marriage as "a legal union between one man and one woman as husband and wife.”

Native Americans suffered the loss of millions at the hands of Europeans, the theft of their land and vitality, and the degradation and destruction of their religion, language, and culture. In 1890, The Indian Naturalization Act granted citizenship to Native Americans whose applications were approved. And in 1924, The Indian Citizenship Act granted citizenship to Native Americans, but many states made laws and policies which prohibited Native Americans from voting.

Marginalized looks like ads from the past where women are turned over the man’s knee for buying the wrong coffee and young girls are wearing makeup while the ad declares “innocence is sexier than you think.” On the outskirts for women means having no recourse when men groped, ogled, or made snide remarks about their bodies. It means unequal pay, unequal opportunities, and unequal representation. Sexism includes childhood abuse that is ignored or excused to protect a man, being told that girls are not allowed to hold certain roles in certain religions, and being told to submit to the authority of male leaders.

Has our nation made strides to move away from these behaviors that boxed people into suffocating places? Yes! Thank God, we have heard the cries and enacted laws and policies that protect the underprivileged. But please do not believe that this abuse is all in the past and that the long-term effects of marginalization are now dormant! Discrimination and prejudice can still be seen in financial, emotional, spiritual, and physical oppression.
What Now?
Do you think it’s possible to avoid the division of left and right, black and white, straight and gay? Do you think there is hope of moving away from the dichotomy of two sides and finding balance in the middle? I don’t know either. I still believe deep down that sharing our stories over coffee, looking into each other’s eyes and exploring what journey brought us to this place could build relationship, understanding, and the possibility for balance.

Foundational to balance is the recognition of our commonality in human experience. How can we be reminded of our connection first and foremost? We all breathe the same air and stare at the same moon. We all distract from bigger issues, we all go about our business and turn our heads away from suffering. We all experience awe and wonder at the world around us. Other common desires are to be heard, to be known, and to be accepted. We all want safety: financially, physically and relationally.

There is a study from Yale that proposes that safety is the motivator to what we believe. People on the left, when threatened and fearful, move into more conservative ways of thinking, while people on the right, when told to imagine themselves as invincible, move into more liberal ways of thinking. The researcher, John Bargh from Yale, gives other examples of this fundamental drive for safety including holding a warm cup of coffee can make one friendlier because of the unconscious lesson learned as infants about physical and social warmth, and washing hands can lessen hostility towards people who are different because it calms the fear of “unknown, foreign threats, like disease” (Bruek, 2017).

If safety is an underlying motivator of beliefs and choices, let me pose some questions:
How is feeling unsafe exhibited in young, black men?
How is it heard in the loud and aggressive feminist voice?
How could a lack of safety explain an exit from the church?
Why are people criticizing Trump louder than they have with other past presidents?
How does stubbornness show up with a lack of safety and why?
How can we create more safety in our churches and communities?
What actions or words promote a sense of safety for the marginalized?
Can an increase in safety bring balance to a nation that is experiencing division?

Conclusion

I do believe in the possibility of balance: the right and the left coming together through care and attentiveness for humanity, the christian and the muslim respectfully recognizing the value of faith and humility, the LGBTQ and the cisgender, straight individuals seeing love is the orientation we all claim, the young, black man and the white officer knowing that safety is a basic need we all have a right to. The question is, how will we move ourselves and our communities towards this middle ground? And I believe the answer includes hearing the voices of the marginalized.


"NO ONE IS BORN HATING ANOTHER PERSON BECAUSE OF THE COLOR OF HIS SKIN, OR HIS BACKGROUND, OR HIS RELIGION. PEOPLE MUST LEARN TO HATE, AND IF THEY CAN LEARN TO HATE, THEY CAN BE TAUGHT TO LOVE, FOR LOVE COMES MORE NATURALLY TO THE HUMAN HEART THAN ITS OPPOSITE.— NELSON MANDELA, LONG WALK TO FREEDOM



References

Brueck, H. (2017). A Yale psychologist’s simple thought experiment temporarily turned conservatives into liberals. Business Insider. 

LGBT Rights Milestones Fast Facts. CNN Library. Retrieved from https://www.cnn.com/2015/06/19/us/lgbt-rights-milestones-fast-facts/index.html

Leohardt, D. and Philbrick, I. P. (2018). Donald Trump’s racism: The definitive list. The New York Times.

U.S. Voting Rights Timeline. Northern California Citizenship Project. https://a.s.kqed.net/pdf/education/digitalmedia/us-voting-rights-timeline.pdf

Utt, J. (2013). The importance of listening as a privileged person fighting for justice. Everyday Feminism.


Zimmermann, C. (2017). Experts say church’s experience with abuse can aid #MeToo movement. Crux: Taking the Catholic Pulse.

Wednesday, January 24, 2018

Staycation?

Lately, all I ache for is to get away. 
Not from my husband, Peter, because he has been a place of comfort to run to. Not from friends or family because connection and community bring relief. Not from clients specifically, because I love walking the journey with them. Not even from my house necessarily, because it is beautiful and roomy and has the greatest view! 
Then what do I want to run away from? 
Not my puppies, though they can be little pains, because they are cuddly and sweet, and I adore them. Not from my boss, who is the best, most trusting and respectful boss a woman could ask for. Not from the morning alarm clock, because I don’t set one! I don’t start seeing clients till 10am, so there’s no need for that incessant buzzing to wake me. 
I’m trying to figure out what it is that I need to escape from. I’m looking at every little aspect of life right now, and finding nothing that I want to leave behind. I love my family, my home, my career, my friends, my life! And yet, daily I dream of driving away.
The truth is, vacation is not only about escaping, but about moving towards a time of freedom and relaxation. There are no responsibilities to pay attention to, no laundry to do, no paperwork to take care of. On vacation, there’s no guilt about doing nothing. I can truly breathe!
So, is it possible to create this atmosphere at home? 
I sure hope so! Otherwise, I’m going in debt taking trips every other month! I am someone who gives of myself in my job especially and who needs time to let go of everything and rest. Here are some activities I’m going to try in the next month:
Find day-trip destinations to take in the nature beauty around us and possibly finding little cafes to try.
Put away the paperwork, homework, computer screens, and whatever distracts me from the present for a day.
Act like a tourist in my own town or the surrounding areas.
Find ways to be near the water! That’s not difficult where I live!!
Go to the theater, live music, or a play! (Check out Riverfront Playhouse, Cascade Theater, Movies 14, Civic Auditorium, State Theater in Red Bluff, North State Symphony or Shasta College)
Eat out! Find the little hole in the wall restaurants where home cooking is comforting and fun. Or treat ourselves to Moonstone Bistro (best food in town!)
Visit local attractions like Turtle Bay Museum, Shasta Caverns, Shasta Lake Dinner Cruises, River Romance cruises down the Sacramento, or the Sundial Bridge.
Take an art class or go paint at All Fired Up.
        Try a meditation or yoga class. (I have tried Goat Yoga, it was good for my heart, not for my body)

Any other suggestions? Let me know if you want to join me in creating a staycation of your own and how it goes? All of us need a little self-care, which includes some pampering, some silliness, some rest! 

Tuesday, January 9, 2018

Hello Again

     I haven't written here for years. And a lot has changed. A lot.

     I am now working as a therapist and feeling such fulfillment in knowing this is where I am meant to be. It is such an honor to hear other's stories, to offer support and acceptance, and to create a safe space for inner work to happen. This is a humbling career, and I am grateful for being able to collaborate with clients in choosing to walk towards healing.
     I haven't been to church in almost a year.  There was such unrest inside me every time I attended church, 2016-beginning of 2017. I felt anger, the need to numb, and a deep dissatisfaction in my church. My husband, Peter and I spoke with friends and pastors trying to work through whatever was happening. We explored our faith and the deconstruction experiences we were having with each other. We tried to persevere through the confusion as faithful church goers.
     Our conflicts with the church: lack of affirmation of LGBTQ+ people, need for rule following to guide behavior, lack of respect or inclusion of world religions' truth holding, and a general encouragement of certainty (which excludes questioning, doubts and non-christian thinking).
     Our solution: An unexpected gathering of like minded deconstructionists that turned into our home church called OUTSKIRTS. We started meeting in April and took turn leading on topics like "Is Hell Real?," "Sexual ethics in the Bible," and "What is the Sabbath?" We added new people and bonded as a community looking for room to safely explore in a supportive environment. Lately the topics of discussion have been, "Divination," "Worship." and "Energy Work."
     Peter and I have been reading voraciously on topics of feminism, the Bible, trauma work, hell, history, and affirming the under privileged. Our passions are stirred by this amazing community we have found and the needs we see at our jobs and in our world. Both of us are pursuing education opportunities to increase our abilities to serve well.
     Life is different to say the least.

     I would like to begin writing again and utilizing my blog to share our journeys. As I read over old posts, I see firm perspectives on God that are now fluid, I see vulnerability and honesty, and I am okay with the exposure of these deeply intimate stories of mine. I am ready to share where I am now, what I've learned and the mistakes I've made. I'm ready to offer the personal work I'm doing and the layers of heartache and loss that have been slowly peeling away.
    I hope you will join me.