How my faith looks after deconstruction. My questions, my ideas, and what I hang on to about faith.
I believe I have found good news for myself. Good news that helps me sleep at night, relieves stress, and helps me to be a more flexible and happy person. I’m fine with sharing my story with people if they are interested. However, I don’t feel like I need to go into the world and preach “the gospel.” My story is uniquely mine and no one else needs to be like me. Continue reading How did I become a happy heretic?
About five years ago, I weighed the least I had in many years. I was in a sort of midlife crisis, was not sleeping nearly enough, and was fairly obsessed with monitoring my eating, running, and losing weight. I enjoyed … Continue reading Weight, Don’t Go!
The first time I suggested that I might be a heretic is when my twins were in their early teens. We were discussing the Old Testament passages where the text says something like, “Do not spare any of them, kill … Continue reading Finding peace in heresy
Writing is a way for me to clarify my thoughts and feelings, and editing my writing furthers that process by requiring that I make my ideas understandable and approachable to people who might not be aware of the circumstances precipitating … Continue reading Great Expectations
It was almost time to celebrate Christmas 2020 with the family. Our oldest and his wife arrived on Saturday night, and one of the twins got here on Sunday afternoon. The other twin would be flying in soon to reunite the whole group. In my last therapy session before that Christmas, the counselor asked me what I was looking forward to most, with all of the kids coming home. After a couple minutes thought, I said, “Peace.” That seemed an odd thing to say with four extra people coming to stay in our house, but it would be the first … Continue reading Let there be Peace on earth
A Happy Heretic 