have you ever read the book The Dance of the Dissident Daughter by sue monk kidd? its so good 🥹 it helped me put words to what i had felt when i left the church. She asks the hard hitting questions about a womans "place" through time & the history of Christianity & pulls from ancient texts to show how it was not always so MALE-centric. It’s stunning work.
Thank you for sharing your journey to date. I guess we are all on a journey of some sort and I fully embrace your comment that we all have to believe in something, even if that something is that we are here by chance, and we should spend time thinking about our reason for being here and to study all religions etc. I loved your comment also about leaving something that you knew you didn't want without fully understanding exactly what you did want. You took a leap of faith and everything I guess worked out well so far. Thanks again for this video. My own journey with Jesus is of course different but like you, I've moved away from man made religion and rules etc. Experiencing my own relationship with God via Jesus is where I'm at.
I just subscribed because you laughed at a comment that I left on your photo about it snowing in Paris that made me so jealous and at the same time happy for you who I've never met and almost certainly never will meet in this life and because looking at your blog I was intrigued. I picked this post as the first one to read, but I'm actually listening to you instead in my office before I go to work on a Saturday to do a very hard job that I have which is the most rewarding work I've ever done professionally but also may be slowing killing me, but being almost 68 years old, who cares, huh? I'm pretty close to my "Use By" date anyway. Something's eventually gonna kill us all. It may as well be doing something so rewarding as protecting children and helping hurting families so that, hopefully, they won't need the government to protect their children from their hurt. My wife of 44 years, who I call "my beautiful bride," called out just now from our living room, "HEY! I see Jupiter!" which is a funny inside joke for us. She doesn't know that I'm listening to a young woman in Paris talk about her deconstructing her childhood Christian faith and rediscovering it outside the four walls of a typical American church in which she was raised. But she will when I write my next blog post before I read my Bible . . . the Letter from James, Jesus' half-brother, according to church tradition . . . if you are interested, and then go to work. We are hanging out with Southern Baptists these days for now. We didn't always, but for now we do, and we are both active members there and will likely "go home to Glory" from this local church and the believers in Jesus who go there. A lot of what you are talking about from Jesus and Francis of Assisi and Dallas Willard and your critiques of institutional religions really strikes chords in my soul right now, and I think it will too with my handful of readers including my beautiful bride who will read my post and probably listen to this post of yours, and maybe also our children and grandchildren who don't belong to any church right now and who only go with us on Christmas, Easter, Mother's Day, and Father's Day, as a sweet gift for us but who we think all believe in this Jesus Christ who I sometimes refer to as "my possibly imaginary Friend," but who I've bet my life and my eternal soul is real, far more real than you or I or anything and anyone who He created. Peace and love, Sister Paris, from your Brother Yuma!
I recall being around 18 years of age and walking into a Baptist Church here in Australia, hoping to find some comfort. I wasn’t in a very good frame of mind and I was wearing a black leather jacket and bright red lipstick. In the 80s this was quite the look.
I was greeted at the entry by some of the female church elders who looked me up and down as if I was inappropriately dressed.
It was at that point I wondered what kind of God it was that could judge me for how I looked. I promptly turned around and never went inside another church again.
My backstory is I had belonged to so many churches growing up, but there was an underlying feeling I had that this really wasn’t the way to connect to peace.
An episode on some of your favorite Biblical stories? Yes, please!
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have you ever read the book The Dance of the Dissident Daughter by sue monk kidd? its so good 🥹 it helped me put words to what i had felt when i left the church. She asks the hard hitting questions about a womans "place" through time & the history of Christianity & pulls from ancient texts to show how it was not always so MALE-centric. It’s stunning work.
Oh I MUST read this! Thank you ❤️
Definitely check it out! If you do, lmk what you think!
Thank you for sharing your journey to date. I guess we are all on a journey of some sort and I fully embrace your comment that we all have to believe in something, even if that something is that we are here by chance, and we should spend time thinking about our reason for being here and to study all religions etc. I loved your comment also about leaving something that you knew you didn't want without fully understanding exactly what you did want. You took a leap of faith and everything I guess worked out well so far. Thanks again for this video. My own journey with Jesus is of course different but like you, I've moved away from man made religion and rules etc. Experiencing my own relationship with God via Jesus is where I'm at.
I just subscribed because you laughed at a comment that I left on your photo about it snowing in Paris that made me so jealous and at the same time happy for you who I've never met and almost certainly never will meet in this life and because looking at your blog I was intrigued. I picked this post as the first one to read, but I'm actually listening to you instead in my office before I go to work on a Saturday to do a very hard job that I have which is the most rewarding work I've ever done professionally but also may be slowing killing me, but being almost 68 years old, who cares, huh? I'm pretty close to my "Use By" date anyway. Something's eventually gonna kill us all. It may as well be doing something so rewarding as protecting children and helping hurting families so that, hopefully, they won't need the government to protect their children from their hurt. My wife of 44 years, who I call "my beautiful bride," called out just now from our living room, "HEY! I see Jupiter!" which is a funny inside joke for us. She doesn't know that I'm listening to a young woman in Paris talk about her deconstructing her childhood Christian faith and rediscovering it outside the four walls of a typical American church in which she was raised. But she will when I write my next blog post before I read my Bible . . . the Letter from James, Jesus' half-brother, according to church tradition . . . if you are interested, and then go to work. We are hanging out with Southern Baptists these days for now. We didn't always, but for now we do, and we are both active members there and will likely "go home to Glory" from this local church and the believers in Jesus who go there. A lot of what you are talking about from Jesus and Francis of Assisi and Dallas Willard and your critiques of institutional religions really strikes chords in my soul right now, and I think it will too with my handful of readers including my beautiful bride who will read my post and probably listen to this post of yours, and maybe also our children and grandchildren who don't belong to any church right now and who only go with us on Christmas, Easter, Mother's Day, and Father's Day, as a sweet gift for us but who we think all believe in this Jesus Christ who I sometimes refer to as "my possibly imaginary Friend," but who I've bet my life and my eternal soul is real, far more real than you or I or anything and anyone who He created. Peace and love, Sister Paris, from your Brother Yuma!
Done. https://themjkxn.substack.com/p/they-used-to-call-him-jesus-a96
I recall being around 18 years of age and walking into a Baptist Church here in Australia, hoping to find some comfort. I wasn’t in a very good frame of mind and I was wearing a black leather jacket and bright red lipstick. In the 80s this was quite the look.
I was greeted at the entry by some of the female church elders who looked me up and down as if I was inappropriately dressed.
It was at that point I wondered what kind of God it was that could judge me for how I looked. I promptly turned around and never went inside another church again.
My backstory is I had belonged to so many churches growing up, but there was an underlying feeling I had that this really wasn’t the way to connect to peace.