I was at the end of my rope. It was my second year of ministry school and nothing was making sense. I had questions for a long time, but I’d only been asking them aloud for a few months. And each time I did, I was met with the frowns and upturned noses of those […]
I don’t like being a Christian today. Actually, I should say, I don’t like most Christians today. Wait. What I really mean is, I don’t want to fight with Christians anymore. I was once a youth pastor, a speaker, a worship leader, an avid blogger, and a radio host. Everything that entered my brain was […]
For many people I know, Christianity has been boiled down to morality. It has become a way to ensure you skip eternal damnation. It’s a list of do’s and don’ts, but there is no real freedom. Many Christians have traded the yoke of slavery for the yoke of religion, and both are dead.
My daughter passed away five months ago after a three year battle with a one of a kind brain cancer. That does something to your soul. To every aspect of your life, if we’re being honest. To say that I’ve lost faith is inaccurate. To say that I have completely unwavering faith – also somewhat inaccurate. To say there are days I’d kinda like to punch God in the face – accurate! To say I have so many questions, and no clue how to navigate them – completely accurate.
The Grace is Messy Spiritual and Religious Recovery Group last four weeks. It includes a weekly online meeting via private Google hangout. Membership to the group also includes a secret Facebook group where we can collaborate daily. In this four-week recovery group, we’ll walk through portions of my brand-new 21 Day Recovery Journal. I created this journal along with my friend Kate Pieper, a Licensed Marriage and Family Therapist and a professional trauma therapist. This recovery group is going to be a game-changer! I’ll ask thought-provoking questions, provide digestible information, give you great resources, and leave you with encouraging and practical steps to recover.
Anyone who says church hurts are no big deal has no idea what they’re talking about. I was deeply wounded by the church and threw stones at her for a decade.
These days, I am blessed to belong to a church I love. But learning to engage the church again has been a long journey. Here’s why I stopped hating the church…
In stopping my ridiculous search for fulfillment in the local church, I have found my greatest calling. My house has become a sanctuary for my often-weary soul. We break bread at the altar of our own kitchen table. Morning and evening, we laugh and sometimes cry, but we do it together. We sometimes get our butts kicked, but we do it together. And often, we celebrate small victories, together.
I’m in religious recovery now, but I’m still seeking out genuine faith.