![]() For a time in my dark teenage years, it was the only prayer I would say during the service. I'm quite used to the corporate confession in church on Sunday. I'd shown her the seedling of my sexuality via a coming out statement in a paper, and it was rejected as a weed that needed to be uprooted.īack to confession. At sixteen, I had revealed a deeply-personal and extremely vulnerable part of who I was. But that longing had become a burden.Īs I mentioned, when I read in Charlotte's entry about her coming to realize that she was now sharing more with people than she had ever done before. Because there was a part of me that was longing for justice on MY terms. In many respects, I feel that God was doing much the same with me. And God lectures him on "Who's bush was that any way? Did you grow it? Then is Nineveh not mine to do with them what is just in my mind. And just like Jonah, instead of rejoicing at the news that my friend has a partner, I wanted to stamp my feet and pout and sit under a bush and grumble that "I knew it all along! Why didn't you come out sooner?!" Of course, in the Jonah story, God let's Jonah have his temper tantrum and then takes away his shade bush, which only makes Jonah angrier. Phoebe, I've felt that I am most like the character Jonah in the Bible. ![]() But, as I've noted in previous entries, this news of her cancer came coupled with news of her lesbian relationship. Understand that I have been praying and feeling for Charlotte as she approaches her surgery on Friday. I needed to clear out whatever it was that was standing between me and Charlotte. Phoebe McFarlin and asked her to hear my confession. In a move that I knew was right, and yet thought, "Am I really gonna do this?", I called Mtr. Another round of recovery and refreshment took place. ![]()
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