As a woman in my early thirties, I had high expectations for my future. I wanted a decent job, a husband and a home. I wasn’t worried about the little things that were going wrong—the sleepless nights, the restlessness and lack of appetite. It wasn’t until I began hearing (what psychiatrists call) “command voices” that I got scared. These voices were both familiar and strange …
Something is rumbling around inside of me to be heard or felt and I don’t know exactly what it is. I dreamed last night that we had visitors, a couple, and they were eating breakfast. When I asked if they would like some toast the man gave me a long, very exact request with spreads I had never heard of. I felt overwhelmed and frustrated because I knew I couldn’t give him what he wanted. The wife looked exasperated and said something, to let me know whatever I had was OK …
It’s been documented by those observing human behavior that our world is run by tired people. Many long for a way of life that has periods of true rest and relaxation. Society is obsessed with competition, work and productivity. Even our leisure time is scheduled and goal-oriented …
As a pastor and now as a counselor, I have been troubled with the difficulty Christians seem to have with wounded people. I have brought people to church and seen them welcomed warmly, only to have them come back later feeling utterly rejected. It was as though, when the newcomer began to share his or her pain, the church seemed to back off in retreat. At the same time, the strong or relatively whole people seem to have little or no trouble integrating. Why is that? …
For some time now we have been publishing references to the emergent church—also called the emerging church. I’ve been wondering what it was and am still not sure anyone knows. Yet the language is creeping into our lexicon, and so maybe it would be good to describe why—and from whence it comes …
In my spirituality, I know there is absolutely no reason to believe prayer isn’t heard. Yet in our humanity there are private, humbling moments when we wonder. I found comfort in understanding that prayer, like life—even at its simplest—is still so intricate and interrelated …
We’re wounded even before we take our first breath. That’s because we have parents, grandparents, siblings, cousins and more. We’re born into and shaped by their wounds. Then many of us have children. And pass the wounds forward …
