So I started this journey in a fluke 2 years ago but in following my bliss, taking some wrong turns, I have found that my joy is writing. I am far from perfect. I am no Ernest Hemingway or Joseph Campbell but I believe I have something unique to say. In an effort to move past the parts that I have used to define and embrace myself and my journey as a whole, here is my new site of you are interested in following I would appreciate it.
Rachel Writes Her Heart on Her Sleeve
*disclaimer, I am not speaking here for my entire generation, just a lot of us. I am also not telling you that your spirituality has to look like mine.
- Historically, the institutional church has been on the side of evil over good. (inquisition, perpetuation of slavery and segregation).
- We yearly see history repeating itself world wide….
- The doctrine of “grace”is happy to apply to “all”, even those predators that are running rampant throughout the pulpits.
- We are not ok with another generation being sexually abused, exploited, indoctrinated, and shamed.
- The way the Bible is being interpreted and used as a bully pulpit is often in direct contradiction to what was actually being said in the original language and time.
- Guys….we have the internet, we can study it on our own…..we don’t need some suited up dude trying to remember what some professor taught in their college doctrine courses….
- Remember Martin Luther?
- Again, the internet……
- We see all the elements of the institutional church that was “borrowed” wholesale from other religions…..be real y’all!!! You don’t have to pretend this is all “God ordained…..” because when you preach that stuff right next to “thou shalt not lie….” ya lost us……
- Why would anyone ever go to an organization, seeking spiritual honesty and vulnerability, when that organization has written and shared more “crap” about that group of people?
- You see, we are starting our groups of spirituality. There are small groups, book groups, home groups, etc.
The thing is, we are thriving spiritually, just not in the way that makes sense to you!
Life is wonderfully challenging.
“life’s a bitch, but you don’t have to be!”
Dear Andy Cohen,
I have carefully been considering what my tagline would be if you ever wanted to do a REAL Real Housewives show. (Like really real!)
Like really real when a 60 foot gyser erupts in your front yard, your refrigerator and hot water tank die in the same week.
Like really real when you put your creditors name in the phone so you can say “hey Bob! Sorry, it is really tight this month…you are gonna have to keep calling.” Sorry man.
Like really real when you have to decide between taking a day off because you can’t get out of bed or forgoing a day’s pay.
Like really real when you realize you left your coffee cup on the roof of your car and it made it all the way down the road, only to fall through your sun roof (cough rust roof cough cough) and douse you in sticky Carmel / hazelnut sweat to coat your day and your spirits.
Life is seriously the biggest bitch I have ever met, so be kind. Help a sister out. Let’s do a Dave Chapelle version of the Real Housewives and get really real!
“life’s a bitch, but you don’t have to be!”
Today I am teaching Family Studies and students were asked to write an essay on a time they experienced the consequences of honesty….I was reminded of that time …. we all have that time….
We all know that person that is just “too honest” but I am not talking about the “that dress makes you look fat” kind of honesty. I am talking about the kind that is good intentioned and somehow, unintentionally, bites you in the arse.
It was 8th grade and three months in, I was still known as “virgin ears.” After spending the last eight years home-schooled, sheltered, and naive I had become the “goody-two-shoes” of the private christian school I had just begun attending. I entered Mrs. Thompson’s history class and we had a sub. As I entered I saw Leigh Blair go through the ceiling tile, jump across a desk, and elbow drop Jim Ashely. I had to get help!
Running to the office, asking for a teacher, I felt so proud of my honesty and desire to do the right thing. That night, as I recounted the event to my mom, the horror on her face was lost on me. Weeks later, as I was getting relentlessly teased, the effects of my honesty was still lost on me. Today, as I witness “that kid,” I cringe, finally aware of honesty’s effects.
Better late than never.
I must do the dishes today….