Showing posts from 2018

Taking the Proverbial Cake

Why?? Why do I do it?  Why do I even bother to click on these news stories of old white dude after old white dude saying stupid word salad about something they know nothing about. I think perhaps I dare to hope that one of them will surprise me and have a heart and a conscience and speak out on the side of women who tell their stories of sexual assault. Not surprisingly, the article I just read was more of the same sewage many a white dude-bro compatriot has been trotting out, including Franklin Graham’s gem from last week. This one takes the proverbial cake.  However, it’s a cake made out of crap. take the cake To be the worst in a series of negative actions. Here is the article  -- in all of its hair-pulling entirety -- should you enjoy eating crap cake or are just curious as to how far mankind has sunk. (Spoiler alert: it’s really low.) Kevin Cramer is a Congressman in the House of Representatives for North Dakota. He announced in January

Dear's not me. It's You.

Dear America, I have heard many people refer to you as the Land of Opportunity . Today, I have an amazing opportunity to share with you. I wish I could say it's a once in a lifetime deal, but you've been down this road before. Take a deep breath and a giant step back and look at the state of our Country. We are hanging on to our cultural integrity by the slimmest of threads. Lady Liberty's gown is showing some serious tatters as she tries to use her torch to light our way through this mess. The opportunity is one that you've had before over the centuries.. However, time and again you have refused to acknowledge and change. So, as with most things of this nature, opportunity has once again presented herself. And once again, you have the opportunity to make a different choice. Here it is...don't miss it. Are women who allege sexual assault worthy of your belief and trust? No, don't frame it within the current political morass of the Kavanaugh

White-washed & Empty

Photo Credit Tonight I feel ill. I just walked in the door from a long day spent away from home. The kids were a bit crazy. My head was already starting to pound. And then I opened up Facebook. And my vision went Red . Post after post in my feed was about Franklin Graham's latest "profound comments" on the political and culture landscape of our country. The headlines under the last post I scrolled by had me gasping in disbelief. "Franklin Graham on Judge Kavanaugh Accusation: 'Not Relevant' " Surprising even myself, I chose to click on the news article from CBN (Christian Broadcasting Network), a conservative Christian news site that normally I would steer away from to get a bit more objectivity.  You can image my shock when I realized that the writer, Heather Sells, was not playing in her scathing recounting of Graham's disgusting and tone-deaf comments regarding the Kavanaugh sexual assault allegations.

Modesty Culture is a False Narrative

To be alive and paying attention in American society means that you are aware of the collective rage and pain of generations of women who are finding their voice and courage to share their #MeToo stories. And for every one that you hear, I can almost guarantee you that there are likely five more  you are not hearing and maybe never will. The statistics vary, but in the year of 2018, it is said that one out of every three women has been sexually assaulted in her lifetime. This is staggering.  Look around you. Are there any women currently in your line of sight? I see one daughter putting away dinner and through the door, another one working on her math homework. Between the three of us, one of us has been or will be sexually assaulted. (Actually one of us has already been, but I'll tell that particular story another day.) Now look further out to the classroom in which you learn or teach -- to the gym you work out at -- and yes, even at the church you attend

One Wild Leap

I swear that the Facebook TimeHop feature is the source of both laughter and grief on a daily basis. And many times it's the same time. My babies insist on getting older by the minute and sometimes seeing their little faces from even a year ago (let alone several years ago) steals my breath away. It's the cruel irony of motherhood that we are raising our kids to be independent and leave us behind. We want this for them, but at the same time, we want to press them close to our bodies and never let go. Ouch. Today, I saw a post I had written in 2011 about how I hated the kids' homework as much as they did and that's why I would never homeschool. Little did I know, that a few months later we'd be pulling our two girls out of school and...homeschooling them. Oh life. We think we have you all figured out and then you come along and smash our ideals, show us another perspective, bump into our pride, and basically upend what we thought was normal.

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