True all the way through (A Deeper Church post)

I’m very excited to officially announce that I’m joining the ranks at A Deeper Church, a new channel of the site A Deeper Story. I’ve been following A Deeper Story as long as it’s been in existence, admiring the writers and loving how the blog has sought to both ask hard questions of the Church and give the Church good grace.

So it’s an honor that I have the chance to join my voice in with so many other writers I admire. I’ll post over there once a month and I’ll be sure to link to it over here. But you know you really want to just go ahead and subscribe to A Deeper Church right now. Right? 

Here’s a bit of today’s post…

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I want to write this for you. You, the one who sits with your face in your hands and begs yourself out the door into the church on Sundays. You, who questions hierarchy and recognizes the broken tendencies of leaders. You who wonders how the church can ever be its true self, how Jesus’ dream for God’s people could end up so flimsy. I want to write a story for you about what is possible.

I want to tell a story of the pastors I believed, then feared, those whose real lives seemed fraught with empty relationships, those who spoke words from the pulpit that felt closer to manipulation than truth. I want to tell how my hope cracked under the pressure of my dreams for them. My world told me they were super heroes. Under their capes, it turned out they were broken like me.

I want to write a story about those years I scoffed and rolled my eyes, longing for answers, assuring myself I was alone in the struggle. I want to write about the conversations my husband and I had back then, the tears: “What is church supposed to even be? Is it hopeless?”…

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 Will you join me today at A Deeper Church?

 
  • kalimsaki

    Death is either eternal annihilation, a gallows on which will be hanged both man and all his friends and relations; or it comprises the release papers to depart for another, eternal, realm, and to enter, with the document of belief, the palace of bliss. The grave is either a bottomless pit and dark place of solitary confinement, or it is a door opening from the prison of this world onto an eternal, light-filled garden and place of feasting.
    11.th Ray, from Risalei-Nur Collection by Said Nursi


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