19 November, 2024

Too Woke

I went to bed angry. I didn't sleep much, and I got out of bed angry. Not angry like I want to hurt someone or damage something. Angry like my heart is broken, and I don't understand the world. Lots of angry tears....


There are accusations of people (me included) of being "too woke." Here's the thing, people aren't even using the term correctly. Instead, a word that started being used in the 1930's to raise awareness of social and political issues affecting the African American community has been weaponized. (OriginalDefination) It has been weaponized, in my opinion, to criticize and demean those who think differently. And I'll say it, pretty sure I'll get backlash, but I see it being used to continue to marginalize and control.

Cause here's the thing. If....

Respecting the honor and dignity of every human being regardless of age, gender, race, sexuality, profession or any other "catagory."

Apologizing to others when I have wronged them regardless of their age, gender, race--you get it read the above.

Respecting that others' faiths are valid.

Understanding that people are complex and one action, one word, one experience does not define their complete humanity.

Caring for others with empathy, compassion and grace

Understanding I don't have all the answers and that through talking and sharing with others who are different, I can grow and be transformed. 

Admitting I can be and sometimes am wrong.

Striving for justice and peace for all people not just the ones I like.

Believing that every child deserves to feel safe and loved, deserves access to education and healthcare, shouldn't have to go to bed hungry and cold--really not just every child, but every person.

Recognizing that when we demean and tear others down, we are demeaning and tearing down the image of God in whom we were all created.

Listening to others stories and understanding their life experiences are different than mine and just like my life has been shaped by my experiences, so have theirs.

Recognizing that actions have consequences but also that doesn't mean second and third, maybe even fourth chances may be necessary for people who are just trying to do the best they can. Isn't God about second and third and more chances?

If all that is being too woke, then actually people are wrong,  I'm not woke enough. 

But I'm trying. 

(And maybe we can just call it being a good human being and following God's command to love others as we love ourselves.)


05 November, 2024

Things I Wonder

 I went to get a massage this afternoon. In full disclosure, I get them fairly regularly--at least monthly.


Today it was different. She was yanking on my limbs and stretching them in a way she never has before. I'm not complaining; it felt great. It was just different. Half way through I asked her why things were different. She responded, "You are so tight like you've been living in the fetal position with your head between your knees." I'm not sure why but the image of the woman caught in adultery about to be stoned popped into my head and wouldn't leave. (John 8:1-11)

I started thinking about it, and I thought I remembered it wasn't explicitly said she was caught in adultery. Alas, maybe that's what I wanted to believe. The story actually does begin with the words, "The scribes and the Pharisees brought a woman who had been caught in adultery, and, making her stand before all of them,  they said to him, “Teacher, this woman was caught in the very act of committing adultery." It doesn't say who caught her in adultery. Was she set up? Did someone lie? Or, was it true? Any or all could be the truth. But that's not what I dwelled on while lying on the table having my limbs stretched.

I thought about how Jesus knelt down and was writing in the dirt. I have always imagined he did that for two reasons. One he wanted to write whatever he was writing (we don't know what it was) and also because he wanted to be face to face and eye to eye. I imagine her head was down. I definitely could be wrong about that. Perhaps she was defiant and staring the men accusing her down. But knowing what I know about women's positions in the first century, I find that hard to believe.

I also wonder why she was committing adultery. Was she a woman in love with someone she shouldn't have been? Or just as likely was she a widow trying to find a way to support herself and possibly her family? 

What I can imagine is the woman holding her head down and perhaps thinking, "Just get this over with. I am standing here in front of all these people and I'm ready to just be gone." I wonder if she hung her head because she was thinking not only of this sin but also of every mistake she had ever made intentionally or not. I wonder if she was thinking about every moment of her life and how she had failed her friends, her family and her God? I wonder if she didn't want to look up because maybe she had children or friends or family in the vicinity. I wonder if she was trying to hide her shame, but also wanting to prevent those she loved from experiencing pain. 

Jesus challenges those standing around for the person without sin to throw the first stone. One by one they all go away. Today lying on the massage table I wondered if she wished they hadn't. Yes her life was spared, but what will her life look like now? Will those who walked away welcome her back into their community? Will her family accept her again despite her sins or will she now be truly alone?

Jesus forgives her. That is the point of the story; that and to point out there are none of us without sin. I imagine she did feel some relief (but we don't really know what she even knew about Jesus and who he was). Forgiveness from God without reconciliation with community sounds and feels pretty lonely to me.

There definitely could be people she hurt with her actions. And those actions have consequences, but I keep wondering, "What happened to her? What was her life like moving forward?" Was there ever any reconciliation? 

She has messed up in her life as we all have. Perhaps she did commit adultery and was caught in the act, but even if that wasn't it, I'm sure there was something else. Today I'm wondering. Did her life get better or were there some days she wished Jesus had just let them stone her?

I wonder if she began to walk straighter, looked people in the eye and lived a full life. Or, if she desperately needed a massage table because she couldn't and didn't forgive herself. 

11 September, 2024

But still






 Alone in the house

    it's quiet

Alone in the bathroom

     but still I close the door

The bathtub doesn't work

    but still I sit

water runs down on my head

    and down my cheeks

Joy and pain

    inextricably linked.


16 February, 2024

Unexpected Places, Unexpected Blessings

On Shrove Tuesday, Emmanuel Episcopal held its annual pancake supper. Every year the community of Covington looks forward to the all you can eat pancakes. I love mingling through the tables, greeting familiar faces, and meeting new people. This year I spent some time with the band Close to You—a Carpenters tribute band. Lisa, the lead singer, asked me if I would bring ashes to the concert the following evening as she wouldn’t be able to be at the service. She then turned to her bandmates and asked them if they would also like to receive the imposition of ashes following the concert. One said yes, one said no thank you, and one said, “I respectfully decline.”

Mr. “I respectfully decline” later took a picture of Chris and I on his phone. (Stay with me, this is actually part of the story.) I asked him to text it to me and he did. Wednesday morning, I started receiving texts from his number with pictures of food. A text followed explaining, “I meant to send these to my husband. Sorry!” I responded, “No problem. Happy Valentine’s to you and your husband.”

Wednesday evening, I brought the ashes to the theater intending to impose ashes following the performance. Instead, word got out I had them, and several people approached me as they waited in line for the doors to open. It was kind of like a pop-up ashes to go! Following the concert (which was very good I might add), I went downstairs to meet those in the band who had requested ashes. We chatted for a few minutes and then I imposed the ashes. As I was getting ready to leave, Mr. “I respectfully decline” approached me with tears streaming down his face and asked if he was too late to get ashes. As I was imposing the ashes his voice cracked as he said, “I have had nothing to do with the church in several decades. They were horrible to me when I came out. I didn’t think I would ever receive another sacramental touch. Thank you.” We embraced and I whispered in his ear, “You are a beloved child of God.” As we parted he gripped my hand again and said, “Bless you.”

Oh, I definitely was blessed Mr. “I respectfully decline.” Thank you.

26 January, 2024

What if We All Overshared?


Yesterday afternoon I had a meeting in Roanoke. Diocesan convention starts today also in Roanoke, so a friend who also had to be at both offered for me to stay with her.

I pulled into the Hotel Roanoke to valet my car. As I emerged from the car the young valet said, “Are you checking in?” I responded, “Yes, well not really. Really my husband is checking in for us tomorrow night. Tonight I’m staying with someone else. I mean I’m staying with a friend. It’s a woman—we’re just friends,” I continued stammering. To his credit, he didn’t break eye contact and only looked slightly uncomfortable. I continued, “You really didn’t need to know all that did you?” “No ma’am,” he said, “I just need to know your last name.”

I’ve told that story a few times since it happened. Laughter usually ensues and for those who no me well, well let’s just say they’re not surprised. I may be known as an over sharer and definitely an over poster on social media!

But, this morning I have a different thought. What if instead of being embarrassed at the possible inappropriateness of the situation I continued? What if I added, “She’s one of my best friends and we haven’t seen each other in person in a couple of months. She’s one of my people outside of my family that loves me unconditionally, holds me accountable, and reminds me through her words and actions that I am a beloved child of God no matter what.” And then what if I said, “Do you have a person like that?”

What if instead of interacting with others with the bear minimum of conversation we shared our stories? And what if we invited others to share their stories with us? What connections could we make with others? Whose lives could be transformed?

I believe God invites us all to share our stories—to name where God is present in our lives and to invited others to do the same. All of our stories together combine with God's story to create the Kingdom of God.

Faithfully,

Katherine+

26 November, 2023

I'm Not for Everyone

So I overheard a conversation about me--it wasn't positive. (PSA--before you talk about someone, make sure you've ended the call...) I spent a solid 24 hours pouting, moping, and just all around being hurt. I tried to logic my way out of my feelings, but sometimes you just have to feel yourself through feelings which I was doing quite well--well not getting through but just feeling...


Yesterday morning I was thinking (you can read obsessing and you'd be right) about what was said while cleaning up the kitchen. I picked up some papers and dropped one. I reached down to pick it up and saw it was a note from someone who was thanking me for the very thing about myself that someone else didn't like. 

I went to my desk and pulled my "good notes" file. Thank you Bishop for teaching me to save emails and notes that are uplifting! I read multiple notes from people who said my goofy over the top self helped them see God in a different way. I remembered something else a dear friend and mentor taught me. When someone says something to you or about you that is critical and/or hurtful, think about what part might be true, what you might be able to learn from it, and let the rest go. (Now I'll admit that is way easier said than done--especially the letting go part!)

I know I'm not for everyone. (And I know everyone's not for me.) But I am who God created me to be, and I am trying to live into that. My big fat audacious dream is that I live a life that helps others see and know that no matter who they are, what they've done or not done, how they live or anything else--there is nothing that can separate them from the love of God and that God loves them--there are no exceptions!

This morning as I've been working on my sermon, I've been thinking about what kind of Messiah people expected. I've been thinking about who God is and who God loves (spoiler alert--everyone), and I've been thinking about how God is so much bigger than any of us can imagine. People experience God in different ways, through different experiences and through different people. God is known through the introvert and the extrovert, through the quiet contemplative and through the boisterous, through those who are always serious and through those who never seem to be, through the orderly and through the messy--what is most important is that God and God's unconditional love is known.

Are my feelings hurt? Yes. Do I wish I hadn't heard the comment? Definitely yes. Will I let it go? I'm trying. Am I going to change who I am because of it? Not going to lie I paused at this point with my fingers hovering over the keyboard wondering how to answer...

Am I going to change who I am because of it? A little--I'm going to try to be more compassionate, more understanding of the differences in others. I'm going to try to see God in those who I don't "get." But am I going to change my personality--no.

But I'll probably need to talk about it in therapy!




25 November, 2023

There Has to Be a Line, Maybe?


I remember, or I think I remember, my mother telling me years ago--in my memory we are in the car driving down Ragley Hall Rd away from the house, don't know where we're going--but I remember Mother saying, "If I compliment y'all too much you'll get big heads and be conceited."

See here's the thing about memories--they may or may not be accurate. The words may or may not be exact. The intent of the words may or may not be understood. But, the impact of memories, even with their inaccuracies, live on in our bodies.

Fast forward to the everyone gets a trophy and everyone gets to be star student generation. Is there a point when compliments become meaningless? I think there is.

I also wonder, is there a difference between a compliment and just saying something nice, something positive, something kind?

I keep thinking there has to be a line. There has to be a line between being complimented by someone so infrequently even the smallest of compliments stand out and are remembered and being complimented by someone so often it's meaningless and their all forgotten.

I know it's so much more complicated--their are personalities, histories, and expectations. 

I do think there is a line somewhere--just not sure it needs to be or should be the proverbial line in the sand. And I think about Jesus writing in the sand. (John 8:1011) He didn't draw a line, but he did write something. And more importantly, he taught us a lesson about judging. He taught us no one is without sin and the importance of compassion and forgiveness. 

See here's the thing. I want Jesus to have also said something about taking responsibility, admitting responsibility, and even begging for forgiveness. I want Jesus to draw that line, and I want to tell him where it needs to be. 

Jesus doesn't draw lines, if anything Jesus draws a circle, a circle around the whole world, and we're all on the inside.