Okay, to give some semblance of credibility to my attempts to talk about theology, I laid out a bit of my background in Who Am I? (To Talk About God?).
But wait! There’s more!
I am also this.
I’m often faithless and cranky. Some days I believe there is a God. Other days I just can’t do it.
When I do believe there is a God, I’m known to shake my fist at the sky and shout, “You’re really bad at this!” (Sometimes I shout worse things.)
Sometimes I say, “Sorry things have gotten so f*cked up,” as if God’s heart might be a little broken, too.
I’m a rank beginner. I have to start over all the time. To begin again, hoping there is redemption in the small seeds of hope I carry.
I have an allergy to orthodoxy. I will definitely argue with centuries of tradition — scholarship and academics be damned. In part, this comes from all the dreadful damage I’ve seen done in the name of the church. In part, it’s probably also because I like to argue. (If my mom was still alive she would be all “can confirm” about that.)
I’m hungering — and I mean deeply — for this big story to be true.
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Also, how on earth did it get to be 2024?!
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