We say
Your theology leads to harm
You say
That’s tough love for rebels
We say
Your politics lead to death
You say
Words can’t hurt
We say stop killing us
You say
Stop being dramatic
We grieve at headlines
We cry in news photos
We raise the alarm
And violence still comes
We say we told you so
You say now is not the time
To politicize a tragedy.
I’m honored to introduce you to my friend and former coworker Bekah McNeel. Bekah is an author, journalist, and podcaster (check out our episode together here!) who works tirelessly for those on the margins to have their voices heard and to bring about real change through the power of storytelling. I asked her if she would be willing to share with us her perspective on raising kids in affirming theology and modeling allyship as a parent. Read her wisdom here and then read her book, Bringing Up Kids When Church Lets You Down: A Guide for Parents Questioning Their Faith, which covers many more topics relevant to this community.
Continue reading “Raising affirming kids when you weren’t raised that way”Welcome, welcome to the wandering
I was once welcomed
And here you are too
Take a tea or a coffee.
There is no brochure
You’ve left rulebooks behind
It’s the wilderness, yes,
And it feels so alone
But look around! There’s a caravan
Wagons and timbrels
The young and the wise
We’re all growing
Welcome, you’re welcome
Don’t be ashamed
It’s never too late or too early
You’re not behind
There’s no supply list
No one leader or route.
You’ll wander awhile
Take your time
You’ll settle in, no rush.
One day you will welcome
One day you’ll be the guide
But we’re all just evolving
Take out your tools
Get down to the bones
Clean out and start anew
Remember it’s yours
Not anyone else’s
Only you know what to be
It’s not the destination
Or a linear line
There is no success or perfection
Holiness wanders
Righteousness blooms
Hunger and thirst are rewarded
Belonging comes in
When you least expect it
Exploration through yeses and noes
Find your path
Find yourself
Find freedom out here
The wilderness
welcomes you
home.
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