I doggin’ out on a "real post" today, because so many have posted some really interesting stuff I really want to share. You got something to read? Link it in the comments. I’m in a reading sort of mind.
You don’t realize how common it is for the “official” people to receive many prophetic words of affirmation – and how rare it is for the “laity” – until you’ve moved from one group to another. The people most needing encouragement rarely received it, because encouragement (prophetic or otherwise) seemed to be directly connected to your perceived value to the machineryorganization. Many times, I found myself looking in the mirror and really wondering, “Maybe the problem really is me…” When you’re in pain, you’re not the nicest or most consistent person to be around. Although we had legitimate wounds that needed healing, we were kinda prickly, moody, and at times fairly toxic ourselves as we detoxed.
Maybe you have noticed that I am not posting about the hub-bub in my little episcopal church. I just don’t have anything to add. I don’t. I am not and have not been and don’t feel called to be the flag waving queer voice for my church. I am queer, yes. But I am a child of God first. You know who does keep up with it – and is just too fabulous for words? MadPriest. For real. Check him.