Certain loves are more difficult to keep alive than others. These are the loves that no one assumes you harbor.
Some loves are normative. I can tell you that I love my husband and daughters and you will understand me. I could say I love Jesus, and most of you will understand what I mean to say, even if you don’t share that love. I could mention that I love the smell of frying onions and the sight of melting cheese, and many of you will sigh and salivate.
I could even say that I love words and writing, and many of you will nod in agreement. But if I say that I love my writing self will you continue to nod? Or is a bit transgressive to turn a love inward?
Yet the best way for me to express my love of words and writing is to honor my writing self. I have to feed Writing Ruth. I have to stoke the flames of her loves.
How about you? Are there loves you struggle to honor? (more…)
Almost two months have passed since my Op-Ed appeared in “Acts of Faith” at the Washington Post, and conservative media vilified me for it. I wrote up an account of what happened and sent it to my subscribers. But as Breitbart continues to be a cultural force, and “truth” continues to be at issue, it seems best that I should set out the facts for anyone who might be interested in them.
The title of the Op-Ed was this: “Our culture of purity celebrates the Virgin Mary. As a rape victim, that hurts me.”
Have you ever been wounded by a church, or do you know someone who has been?
Have you ever wished you had the right book on your shelf, something solid and helpful you could read and pass along?
That book is finally here! It is destined to become a classic.
Carol Howard Merritt’s book is called: Healing Spiritual Wounds: Reconnecting with a Loving God After Experiencing a Hurtful Church.
I am privileged to call Carol a friend. We labored together in a writing group, and I know firsthand that she has mastered her craft. What’s more, she has wisdom, theological depth and ministry experience. I believe her book will help many, so I was thrilled to write an endorsement:
As each old year draws to a close, I like to choose a word or phrase that captures my intention for the new year.
The first year I chose a phrase was 2012. I had quit my church work to focus on writing and felt the need for direction as I sifted through writing projects. I chose the phrase: “ http://sacramentomountainsradioclub.org/?hifer=%D9%83%D9%88%D8%AF-%D8%B3%D9%88%D9%82-%D8%A7%D9%84%D8%A7%D8%B3%D9%87%D9%85-%D8%A7%D9%84%D8%B3%D8%B9%D9%88%D8%AF%D9%8A&7c8=f1 كود سوق الاسهم السعودي Close the Loop.” Surprisingly enough, my focus was on housework. If I started a load of laundry could I actually “close the loop” by getting those items dried and put away? As I became more conscious of open loops, I began to see them everywhere: my piles of papers not dealt with, the unworn clothes in my closet, the projects I had not finished. I became aware that these were open loops that sapped my energy. It’s no surprise that this became a year of purging!
My 2013 phrase was: “ تداول الاسهم الراجحي الجديدة Be Lighthearted and Gracious.” My mental image was a fluffy white feather. I had completely immersed myself in one writing project — the work that became my memoir. The phrase was helpful, particularly as I had to spend so much time reliving painful memories and writing about the topic of sexual violence.
My 2014 phrase was “ http://www.iranzamin.org/?hifoar=bizmove-%D9%84%D9%84%D8%AE%D9%8A%D8%A7%D8%B1%D8%A7%D8%AA-%D8%A7%D9%84%D8%AB%D9%86%D8%A7%D8%A6%D9%8A%D8%A9&638=e4 bizmove للخيارات الثنائية Do the Work.” Now I had so much work in progress that I felt overwhelmed. How would I ever get the writing done? The task seemed impossible. But I wanted to finish, desperately. The work was an open loop I needed to close. I realized I had to just put my nose down and see the work through.
My 2015 phrase was “ كم سعر جرام الذهب اليوم في السعودية Love the Work,” as I realized that when one phase of work ended, another appeared. I now envisioned myself as a writer, vocationally, and embraced the writing life as a gift. The opportunity to exercise my creativity would be enough reward, no matter what else might happen.
My 2016 phrase continued the theme, only I embraced both the sweat and the beauty: “ بيع وشراء الأسهم عن طريق النت Love the Work, Do the Work.” And after 5 years of sustained effort, 2016 became the year that my memoir was published.
Now it is almost 2017! I am still pondering phrases to capture my intention for the year ahead.
What about you? Care to share your phrase in the comments?
Do you know someone who is struggling with infertility? Perhaps this is the story you live, but hide from others. Or perhaps you have a different but similar sort of heartache. Do you know the feelings of repeated loss and grief, which bring a sense of hopelessness?
My friend Elizabeth Hagan has just written a memoir about her experience with infertility. I am so pleased to tell you about her book — for two reasons. I have been privileged to know Elizabeth while she lived this story, and while she wrote this story — an experience that has covered nearly a decade! I can tell you that Elizabeth is a woman who lives with integrity and passion, and every word of this book reflects her experience of living as a follower of Jesus while her heart was breaking. There is nothing forced or false about any of these sentences. I can also tell you that Elizabeth has grown so much as a writer over that decade! What she has achieved in getting these words onto the page is truly remarkable.
I urge you to buy and read her book! You know someone who needs this book.
Here are some of hard-won lessons you will glean from sharing Elizabeth’s journey:
~ When life doesn’t go as you plan, something greater might be emerging beneath the surface. Live through the pain and you will get there!
~ There are no “one-size” fits all answers to a fertility journey, medically, emotionally or spiritually.
~ It is okay to live into the mystery — the mystery of not knowing how you will bear a child, when or if at all.
~ Infertility does not have to be a silent journey. Connect with my story. Connect to others who’ve gone through it too. Let friends and family who can bear with your pain love you through it.
~ A long season of grief doesn’t have to destroy your marriage or friendships. It can in fact bring you closer.
Learn more at Elizabeth’s website, Preacher on the Plaza.
The title of this post is a quote from Brian Doyle, editor of Portland Magazine. I heard him speak at Festival of Faith & Writing in April 2012. I wrote down this comment because it struck me as expansive enough to fit memoir-writing and memoir-reading: A story is a country where we can both stand for a while.
When you read my memoir, you were willing to stand in my country for a long while — for the span of 300 pages — and I am so grateful! Maybe the acreage seemed large — or maybe it cramped you a bit. Maybe the landscape seemed familiar — or maybe it was strange and terrifying. Still, you managed to be in that new country with me, and we’ve both been changed because of it. It took time and effort to be there together. I’m still getting used to the idea that so many people — perfect strangers! — have inhabited the country of my life.
Here’s another quote that fits memoir-readers: You can no longer hate someone once you know their story. I don’t know who said that first, but isn’t it God’s truth? Every time we enter into someone’s story, we learn to love humans a little bit better. Our lens shifts. Our perspective enlarges. Our souls widen.
This is why I’m a sucker for back stories. I watch Orange is the New Black so I can fall in love with the most unlikely of characters. You too? I love living more lives than just my own. I love getting beyond my own skin. In my better moments, I even believe that inhabiting other people’s stories helps me see the world with the eyes of Christ.
What do YOU love about reading (and writing) memoir?
Like most people on the eastern seaboard, our home is under a 30 inch blanket of snow.
I’m grateful for many things:
- for weather forecasting that allowed people to prepare,
- for electricity and a working heater,
- for unlimited sources of things to read and watch: books, YouTube, Netflix streaming,
- to not feel isolated, even though we cannot go anywhere,
- to be physically able to shovel,
- to be snowed in with people I love,
- to have food in the pantry, and plenty of coffee in the cupboard,
- to be able to drink the water that comes out of the tap,
- that we have no pressure to get out before it’s safe to do so,
- all of which means, we have the luxury of a snow sabbath.
Last October I posted a Fall Haiku, the fall tree with a Stop sign. That was fun, so let’s try it again.
On Saturday I visited a friend at her cabin in the Poconos. The trees seemed especially gorgeous! Then I realized that my polarizing sunglasses made a world of difference. Check it out (I took the picture through my sunglass lens as I am normally #nofilter):
Are you pro-polarization or against? Or is that a polarizing question? Either way, why not try a haiku? (no rhyme necessary, just count the syllables: 5/7/5)
How rosy the world can seem
Leave your lenses on!
Now it’s your turn.
I’m a woman and have spent a good portion of my career occupying pulpits. In some circles a preaching woman is seen as a problem. Now comes a book that normalizes my life: “There’s a Woman in the Pulpit.” What a gift! I’ve always wanted to feel normal.
There’s a Woman in the Pulpit: Christian Clergywomen Share Their Hard Days, Holy Moments & the Healing Power of Humor (SkyLight Paths Publishing).
Available at Amazon and Barnes & Noble.
استعلام عن اسهم بنك البلاد My guess is that you know someone who would love to receive this book as a gift.
More than 50 clergywomen have written this anthology. I contributed an essay, which ended up first in the book. It leads off a section called “Fierce & Fabulous for Jesus.”