Sophia: Trapped

Sophia: Trapped

I am beautiful. I am free. I am wise. I am Sophia. How did I get here? How did I come to this? Why am I in these chains? Why am I locked in a dark cellar surrounded by things that degrade and dehumanise me? Especially words. Words that are meant to shame, subdue and...
Sophia: Window

Sophia: Window

I’m always waiting. Looking out the window for something to show is my pastime. Like through a dark glass. The thing is… I never really know what I’m looking for. All I know is that I want to experience my freedom. The freedom that beats in my chest wants to feel the...

Hope Peddlers

Hope peddlers I’m at a funeral for a family member. The deceased was a devoted Christian who declared God’s hand in everything. A funeral is a classic scene for the declaration of life eternal. Humans in general can’t tolerate the unknown. The idea...

Deconstruction: where to start? HOW to start?

A few different posts recently forced me to be honest with myself about something: while I’ve left the church, am comfortable with having done so, and can very easily tell you what I DON’T believe, I am really uncertain as to what I DO believe at this...

baptism

i wrote tonight about baptism, and what i remember. there are pieces i still can’t voice that came with that day, but the overall feeling is there. i’m lost. how do people think this is ok? and how could i have believed and promised so much just to fit in?...