At no other point in our lives than when we're empathically staring down a hurricane force meltdown by something we inexplicably love on a cellular level can we know more about what it means when the scriptures remind us that God is our Parent and our Partner and our Priest and our Prophet and our Spirit and our Soul and our Strength and our Savior and our Friend and the one thing that refuses to give up on us, even when we've soiled ourselves yet again.
Read Morehow (not) to be a pastor: a confession of sorts.
The failure of a church, at least according to the belief system baked into our American religiosity, is the personal failure of a pastor. As I’ve seen more and more of my friends (or myself) occupationally self-immolate in the face of institutional malaise, I’ve been wondering if the problem for most of us clergy folk is rooted in something a bit more elemental than a lack of training in millennial worship preferences and successfully interacting with people on your church Facebook page.
What if we’ve completely misunderstood empathy?
Read Moreon sound, fury, and #schiaNO: how Knoxville and Tennessee football burned to the ground in an afternoon
Regardless of the fanbase’s motivations for self-immolating at the news of Greg Schiano being named as the next Tennessee football coach, they did. And, for maybe the first time in college football history, a cabal of aloof, wealthy white people who run things for the rest of us plebeians paying 100 dollars for the pleasure of sitting inside wet plastic bags during a monsoon while our team loses by 3 touchdowns, relented.
Read Moreauthenticating.
For too long, too many of us have spent our lives in relationships, systems, jobs, churches, families, and institutions that have convinced us that who they are, and what they believe, and what they do is worthy of our death. That salvation is somehow inextricably bound up in their maintenance and influence and ongoing power, and if we want to “make it” (whatever that might mean for your world), we best swallow our pride, and our spirit, and those weird parts of us that stick up no matter the amount of hair gel we use.
Read MoreWITHing.
the reason why the words “me too” have the power to topple studio executives, empires, and lucrative franchises is because they are divinity incarnate.
Read Moredrowning.
I suppose, rather unexpectedly, this is what being baptized is supposed to feel like. An experience where what you think you knew about yourself, about the world, about where you come from, about how these sorts of things should work, and about what holds all of us together is drowned (sometimes against your will) in the river outside town. No matter the circumstances or who did the plunging, what manages to float to the surface on the other side of whatever hell you went through in the process of becoming who you are is probably worth holding on to.
Read Morespeak up: don't pay someone else to do it for you.
on the futility of waiting on white dudes with microphones to speak morality into being.
Read Morefuturing.
Perhaps my own lack of fit involves a divine call to something other than providing hospice care for the final days of people who mostly believe the answers to the questions I (and those like me) have about the limping, partisan, anxious, and much-hotter-than-it-should-be-world they’ve left us, is to condescendingly allow me the privilege of directing the flow of ever-dwindling numbers of Buicks into the church parking lot.
Read Morethe economics of belief: does morality come down to nothing more than "Can we afford it?"
affordability isn’t just a component of our moral decision-making; it is the very whole of our morality.
Read Morelosing.
What if our struggles as aspiring minimalists, millennials, and middle class Christians are rooted not in the fact that we didn't take the message of the Church (whatever it may call itself for you) seriously enough, but that we took the message we received too seriously.
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