One night, a few friends and I got into a conversation about the Holocaust. One of our group, who was from Austria, got visibly shaken, upset, and grieved. She explained to us that her people feel a Collective Shame over what happened. One by one our group tried to comfort her: but you weren’t alive when that happened! You didn’t do anything! Who knows what you would have done if you had been there?
As Easter draws near, I want to try something I’ve been dreaming about for a long time.
The Thursday before Easter is always one of my favorite days with Jesus. He’s taught me so much about intimacy, and purpose and the deep love He has for me through meditating on His Thursday night all those years ago. And I want to share that experience with others.
It’s a fairly normal birthday activity for me: reflecting. I think about what I’ve learned this past year, or about what I have watched God do. Sometimes the thing I’ve learned is new information, and sometimes it’s old information that’s worked its way under the skin in a new way.
This year, it’s nothing new. I don’t know when it happened. I don’t know if it was this past year or the past ten, but I do know – that as I woke on my birthday this year, and looked down at myself, it was with some surprise – and no surprise at all – that I noticed that I have learned to like myself.
It’s been a minute guys. It’s hard to explain why I haven’t posted in a bit.
It’s partially because life is full of things that take the time. It’s partially because many of my thoughts are getting dumped on Instagram these days. (Check out @inprocesscollective to stay up to date).
If I’m honest, it’s maybe mostly because there are new obstacles to writing words on this platform. I start posts often, but they remain unpublished. Putting words out into the world is a risky business. Minds change and grow and words you once wrote become obsolete.
Oh my. Beth Moore.
Whatever water she is drinking these days – (which I think is called what-happens-to-a-woman-when-she-no-longer-fears-man) – I want to get my hands on some.
If you missed it, Beth wrote a powerful letter to our brothers in the church. Sometimes, when the church sees a movement like “me-too” sweeping the nation, they ignore it. Sometimes they get together in a room and talk about how to care for the women in their particular body. Sometimes they set up spaces for women to process and work through their questions and feelings about the movement.