For the past few years, I have found solace in the rhythms of the Anglican church year. I adore Advent, which is like Lent, but fun. And by the time Lent itself comes around, I’m feeling ready to embrace the ashes and the ritual of fasting that mark the season. I’m not giving anything up… Continue reading Oh, The Traumatic Cross!
Lots of helpful thoughts in these pages. Chapter 2: Finding Shalom Carol Howard Merritt’s main point in this chapter is that spiritual problems need spiritual solutions. This makes sense at face value, but becomes difficult to implement because it requires that people who have religious trauma engage with religion–in a new way, of course, and a… Continue reading Healing Spiritual Wounds Review: Chapters 2-4
My mom, who goes to plays regularly, was telling me about one she just saw called “The Christians” by Lucas Hnath. She loved it, and told me that the plot centers around a pastor of a megachurch who stops believing in Hell. I immediately asked for the screenplay, because obviously this sounded amazing. And it… Continue reading When Your Past Thinks Your Present Is Going To Hell
When I have taught university courses on Biblical Interpretation or New Testament, I have not been simply giving out information. Because I teach academically about topics that are intertwined with religion at a religious school, I am a unique sort of shepherd–I teach, I challenge, but I also pastor young students through spiritual crises and… Continue reading Backsliding Down The Slippery Slope
I am a confirmed Episcopalian. When I attend church (about 2-3 Sundays per month), I go to an Episcopal church. I plan to have my children baptized in an Episcopal service by an Episcopal priest. I have (and use) a Book of Common Prayer. I tied a blue ribbon around my front doorknob during Advent.… Continue reading Identifying as a “Former Evangelical”
The day after the election, I was scrolling through Instagram when I noticed a distinct pattern. Now, no one in my feed was rejoicing over Donald Trump’s election win, so know that my feed definitely leans one way more than another. But hear me out on this one detail. Most of the white women I… Continue reading When The Kingdom Doesn’t Come
The lights dim, a guitar plays notes that don’t quite feel like a song yet, and the people around me start swaying and clasping their hands in front of their chests. Some heads bow, others tilt up, and most eyes are closed. “The altar is open if you need it,” the piano player says. Some… Continue reading On “Authentic Worship Experiences”