I write about restoring faith that has been damaged due to spiritual trauma. There is healing here if you are in need of it.
As we gear up for Pride 2018, here’s a look back on what was happening in my life 25 years ago, in 1993. On April 25th, 1993 I was in Washington, D.C. for The March on Washington for Lesbian, Gay and Bi Equal Rights and Liberation.
How spiritual trauma shaped my understanding of God and the people of God, and how I found G.O.D. in a Group Of Drunks.
How I lost the faith of my childhood when I couldn’t reconcile my life experiences with the faith stories told in church.
Exploring what a Faith that acknowledges spiritual trauma looks like for me.
I made a decision to cross over from believing only in suffering and death, to instead believing that life is meant to be lived in partnership with God, both the somewhat abstract and non-embodied God that lives in the space between breaths and the God whose people shared their love with me through their quiet, steadfast presence alongside me.
The communities of accountability that I have in my life are almost all built around folks who struggle with deep spiritual issues, many of them Christians. Some of the great questions of our lives as dechurched people are profoundly theological questions, and communities of faith can greatly contribute to our exploration of these questions.