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Show Me Your I.D.

It is apparent to me that the Church is going through an identity crisis of epic proportion -- both as an institution and as a group of believers.

I'll save the former for another blog post because in this post, I'd like to dialogue about the identity crisis of the latter.

As mentioned in recent posts, I have been going through my own personal identity crisis and wilderness experience, which I have started writing about and will continue to write about.

In the last few years, I have wrestled with how to address and give voice to the warning flags I feel compelled to raise, yet not lecture or alienate people whom I deeply love and with whom I have relationship.

And so I have stayed quiet for the most least publicly. After receiving a fair amount of push back for speaking out, I retreated inward and saved these conversations with my trusted few and Twitter. To be honest, it's felt lonely at times because I have not heard a lot of other voices speaking out about th…

A Lament for Christmas

As part of my Be-Wildered Series, I wanted to share this "Lament" that was written by a dear friend of mine.  To be honest, I was a bit afraid to read it initially, because I was not sure I could handle the waves of emotion.

You see, my friend Gina has suffered.

My smart, strong, confident, accomplished, independent friend has been brought low these two years by intolerable, persistent chronic pain. She has tried e-v-e-r-y-t-h-i-n-g to attempt to find a measure of relief, to get the pain to stop, to find out the mystery of what was happening inside of a body that has seemed to betray her.

As a friend, it's been hard to watch her struggle and fight and surrender and now lament through something that feels often like a cruel punishment from the God we both love and have followed our entire lives. There are no lofty words to bring comfort. No scripture verses that ease the burning. There is only sitting in the sometimes awkward silence of suffering and holding on tightly t…


Two Christmases ago, I knew that I was entering into a brand new season of my life. I knew full well that things would be changing profoundly and significantly. And I was ready. I welcomed the change.

But I wasn't prepared for the "other" that came along with the change. After the change. The seemingly innocuous ripple turned into a tidal wave that swept me out to sea...foundering, treading water, searching for the shoreline.

The logistics of the change in question were wanted and expected, but the after-effects were not.

What I did not realize then -- sputtering and flailing in that expanse of emotion -- was that I would never go back to that familiar shore. Instead, my friend Jesus navigated me to an island to rest my weary soul, collect my bearings, find a new compass point and just hang out with Him awhile.

I don't regret it -- even in the toughest moments when the loss of The Before feels the keenest. Without that personal and spiritual tsunami, I would not be …

Still Haven't Found What I'm Looking For

I love the band, U2.
Their music has been a constant companion for three decades. However, their album Joshua Tree is one of the soundtracks of my life -- moving to another city...another country...losing friends...finding new ones...finding love...having babies...growing up....changing...always changing.
The music in this album has an innate rhythm, a measured step as if the songs and artists themselves are walking/running/journeying towards a destination not entirely known. As a thirteen-year-old on the brink of becoming, I had never heard anything like it. From the ringing guitars, to the driving bass to Bono's passionate pleadings...I was hooked.
It sounds dramatic to say that I felt it in my soul, but I did.
I did.
Over the years, I have also admired Bono (and the band) for his passion for truth, justice and grace for all people. It would have been easy to just be rock stars, collect accolades, tour the world and revel in their money and success. Yet, they have been constant…