THE DISASSOCIATION OF THE FLESH He’s a tad late. That’s him in the sunglasses. I don’t know what he puts
The physical certainty and mortality of our bodies connects us to one another, and is a central part of what constructs a human story. The workings of the brain, and its symbolic representative, the head, are particularly fascinating to me as I have developed a theology of embodiment, and a theology that considers the realities and implications of scientific fact.
How can we develop a consistent spirit of gratitude in our lives, while also fully acknowledging the things which we cannot abide and working to change them? These are just some of the questions that stuck like a turkey bone in the throat of my heart all day on Thursday.
I’m grateful to have grown up in a small factory town in Indiana, where everyone shopped at the same
His beliefs, no matter how much I disagreed, sunk into my already body-shame-filled-mind, and I continued to ignore my attraction to girls.
I was twenty-three when I first heard a convincing argument that being gay might be OK with God. It was in a Sunday school class at a tiny church in the suburbs of Philadelphia where I was a paid vocalist in the choir.
Rescuing Jesus by Deborah Jian Lee eloquently argues that no single majority opinion owns the evangelical tradition or the wider Christian faith.
I want to be a part of communities that practice embracing this kind of queerness. In a community in which there are no norms, there are no black sheep.
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