Posted by: minnow | May 2, 2015

We Have a Choice

choosegoodAs a follower of Christ, I have tried to live my faith honestly before my children.  I knew if I did, I would be living honestly in front of the rest of the world as well.  Even when I was steeped in religion and law I still desired to walk out what I believed to be true so my children would have an ever-present role model.  I do not claim to have a perfect success rate. In fact because I spent so many years under a legalistic religious authority I ultimately passed some of that onto my children as well. Still, I believe I have for the most part been conscious of and have tried to own my failures, as well as my successes.

When I walked out of the building of my most recent fellowship for the last time I did not cause a scene.  Even though I should have, I did not round-up my brood of five, brush the dust off my feet, and draw attention to the fact I was leaving.  I simply did not return.   I left because leadership back-tracked on the topic of women in leadership. After the senior pastor died, the new guy called for the resignation of all the pastors (most fellowships would call these elders). A couple weeks later the men were reappointed. They were once again presented as “God’s chosen leaders” for the fellowship but for some unexplained reason God no longer wanted women pastors.  Two of my sons followed me out of the building a year or two later. They had their own reasons–one because the fellowship wanted him to repent for being gay, the other after he was sidelined from ministry for questioning leadership about hell. (He’d been leading the youth media team.)

And there you have it–three of the four tenets that matter most to my old fellowship, and possibly the majority of yours. They believe: 1). We’re all going to hell unless we believe the same way leadership believes. 2). Women should be submitted to men not the other way around. And 3). gays (all LGBT people for that matter) are an abomination.  The fourth? Tithing.

Ask these same fellowships about the environment, sex trafficking, racial disparity, hunger, or poverty and you’re likely to hear some nonsense about how much they give to foreign missions. Ask who they voted for in the last election and from the majority you will likely hear a long list of republican names because we all know how concerned republicans are about the family and issues like abortion.  “And by God, we vote our conscious”.

What is sad is how easily their conscious is hoodwinked.

A long time has passed since I wrote my original posts about hell. (check out the Got Hell tab). I quit talking about it because the notion seemed settled and I thought I should move on to more pressing matters, like the relationship between the Church and LGBT people, or gender disparity in Church leadership, or economic disparity in the world, or our neglect of the planet we were charged to care for.  A recent conversation with my son, however, got me thinking about hell again.  His “but mom” went something like this–As long as the Church has convinced a person ze* is going to a worse place if ze doesn’t get in the right pew, it has the power to control that person’s thinking to the degree that ze is willing to ignore reason, logic, and often hir* own experiences.  In other words–the threat of hell keeps people afraid and fearful people are easily manipulated.

Parents who truthfully love their children turn around and admonish them, humiliate them, bully them or worse shun them, kick them out or subject them to conversion therapy because the parents are afraid.  Some are afraid of what others will think, of losing their status or their position in their fellowships.  Others, however, are sincerely afraid of hell–afraid their children will go to hell if their children don’t change and afraid they will go to hell if they accept, embrace, comfort, nurture, encourage, defend–in short love–their children just the way they are, just the way Jesus loves them.

I use the example above partly because the relationship the Church has with LGBT people is one of the soapboxes on which I feel called to stand.  However, my other reason for using it is every bit as serious. Hell is employed to justify harming others in the short term by directing our focus to “the prize at the end of the race”.  Our relationship with LGBT people points that out perfectly. Hanging onto the unbiblical idea of a future unending place of torment (hell) numbs us to the hell we put people through right here and right now. Rather than question authority, or the handful of precepts we’ve been told require our absolute allegiance, some in the Body are willing to go so far as to mentally, verbally, and sometimes physically, beat their own children into submission.  These parents willingly destroy their relationships with their own flesh and blood in the name of religion!

When asked, Jesus told the teachers of the law the most important commandment was to love the Lord your God with all your heart, all your mind, and all your strength. Duh, right?! I mean the first four of the Ten Commandments are about giving God Hir proper place in our lives. But Jesus didn’t stop at four. Instead He summed up the next six when He told the teachers of the law, “The second is like it: Love your neighbor as yourself.”

These two commandments are not at odds–ever.

We either keep both or we break both. And while in the instant information age we live in our neighbors reach half way around the globe, are most assuredly the faces that stare back at us from across the dinner table each night. If we just read through the bottom six commandments one thing is immediately clear–they are about doing NO HARM.  Loving our neighbors doesn’t look like Lamentations, military boot camp or Nazi Germany.  Loving our neighbor as our own flesh and blood looks like 1 Corinthians 13. Please, find out the truth about hell before it’s too late.  Read the links I provided on the hell tab, or better yet Rob Bell’s book Love WinsHell on earth is the only hell we’re heading for and the more we reject our neighbors the faster we’re going to get there.


* These pronouns (ze, hir) are used in place of he/she   or his/her   when the subject could be either or when it is non-gender specific.

Posted by: minnow | April 17, 2015

Breaking Bread and Lifting Burdens

I made it all the way through the Easter season biting my tongue. I hoped against hope that the miracle of a resurrected Christ would somehow touch the hearts and spirits of the super-religious as they chanted their ugly hate-filled rhetoric at the rest of the world.  I so wanted this season to be a turning point, an awakening of the Church, a self-determined humbling of the religious elite.  But posts like the recent Dobson rant remind me of something I was taught many years ago–God rarely does what we can do ourselves. In other words, I don’t get to lose 50 pounds because I pray hard, unless I also develop better eating and exercising habits. And, the Church will not be known by its love unless I (and a whole bunch of others) do the work of loving more loudly than the haters hate.

How dare I, right? I mean, isn’t James Dobson the poster boy for Great Christian Dads?! I must be confused as well as a hypocrite. Well, sorry to break it to you (although I’m not really; I’m actually kind of angry) but, I mean to imply exactly what the statement above implies.  The voices of James Dobson and everyone like him need to be drowned out. His microphone needs to be turned off and the world needs to know that he and those who agree with him do NOT speak for the whole Church and, in my opinion, do NOT speak for God, at least not the loving Father who sent His Son so we could find our way back to Him! NOT the God the religious right of the day nailed to a cross two thousand years ago! NOT the God who broke down barriers between Greek and Jew, slave and free, male and female. NOT the God who reprimanded His disciples for barring children from His blessing by saying, “Let them come.” NOT the God I find when I read the good news of the gospels.

How dare James Dobson! or anyone else who claims to represent Christ, threaten Civil War if the Supreme Court rules in favor of same-sex marriage?  What country does he think he’s living in?  The United States is not a theocracy and it certainly isn’t governed by his brand of Christianity.  The Bill of Rights guarantees that no law shall be enacted that would establish one set of religious beliefs over another set of religious beliefs.  No one, including the people bringing suit, will be allowed to force a pastor to marry them or demand they be allowed to marry in a specific fellowship hall.  Pastors will NOT be arrested or fined and their places of worship will not be stormed or forcefully shut down. Sadly, the religiously self-righteous will still be allowed to spew their hate-filled biases and deny others access to God through their doors.

While thankfully we have reversed our traditional teaching with regard to blaming ALL the Jews for nailing Jesus to the cross, (A thorough explanation of this topic by David Gushee can be found here.), we also understand He was put there, at least in part, by the Jewish law experts of His day. The Pharisees tried repeatedly to trap Jesus with their knowledge of tradition and the Law but Jesus would not be trapped. Instead, He went right on breaking bread with the man who climbed a tree, prostitutes, fishermen, a man who’d been dead and was brought back to life, that man’s sisters, children, tax collectors, and everyone else who opened their doors to Him. I might find it ironic if it weren’t actually so tragic, how often modern day preachers blast the Pharisees for their legalism and denial of Christ but then turn around and prescribe to their followers their own set of standards for entering the Kingdom.

As I suggested in a 2010 post, found here, the Church bears a significant burden not only for the harm we’ve done directly to LGBT people by our vile name calling, bullying, and rejection but also for denying them access to the protected, covenant relationships of marriage.  Paul compares God’s relationship with His creation to marriage not because God needed marriage to make babies but because Paul wants the Church to understand God’s fidelity with, commitment to, and and love for His Bride.  As strange as the idea may seem to us today, Paul’s words to the Ephesians were as a revelation about what marriage should look like as well as what God’s relationship with the Church should look like.  In Paul’s day, women were considered property and in his letter to Ephesus Paul suggests there should be mutual submission between husbands and wives since wives were to submit and husbands were to love sacrificially–the way Christ loves the Church.  While most Christians would never suggest women should be seen as property it has frankly taken us a long time to get to this point.  Thus, I’m  saddened but not actually surprised that embracing monogamous same-sex relationship as equally valid to monogamous opposite-sex relationships has been difficult.

That being said, the Church must continue to move forward. I will pray that no one’s faith is crushed in the process but I also promise not to quit until the  voices like James Dobson and Franklin Graham, Mike Huckabee and Rand Paul are changed.  Their rhetoric not only harms LGBT people by telling lies and spreading fear it  causes division and confusion within the Church by labeling what is evil good and what is good evil.  It is time for the followers of Christ to reclaim our title. It is time we behave like little Christs and become known by our love.

Posted by: minnow | March 1, 2015

Life Gets Scary Sometimes

I don’t know what else to do except cry, and cry out. This about torture in the name of “cure” and this about one man’s God complex terrify me. After two suspicious deaths the fact the Echo Wild Game Rangers was allowed to continue to torture children boggles my mind. And, the idea that 21st Century Americans, especially the more than 50% who are women, willingly submit to, give money to, or even listen to men who believe and expect others to believe women should be discouraged from competing in the marketplace with men, and not be paid the same when they are, because they are women flat out frightens me. I don’t know what to do. I don’t know how to combat such ugliness. When those I believe ought to be doing something, are actually the most able to do something, but chose instead to turn their backs, bury their heads in the sand, or worse agree with the perpetrators of these dangerous deceptions I honestly wish I could stop believing. I want to quit, to give up altogether on God on the Church on humanity.

But I can’t.

The God I believe in deserves more. Those I know who truly want to love God with all their hearts deserve more.  And the few who continue to stand in the gap, continue to call attention to the harm being done, continue to pull heaven to earth by walking like Jesus to the best of their flawed human abilities deserve more.

I appreciate news sources like the Huff Post Gay Voice not because I agree with all their verbiage but rather because without them more and more extremists would get away with turning the United States into a less free, less tolerant, more theocratic, and more frightening society. Their call to arms (physical not military) may sound out of sync with the love Jesus messages many prefer to hear on Sunday morning but the truth is sometimes in order to love Jesus we need to act radically.  In order to love Jesus we need to swim against the current.  In order to love Jesus we need to risk hearing the Spirit speak to us through unlikely sources.  I doubt Moses expected a burning bush.  I imagine Balaam was pretty surprised when his donkey spoke.  David understood his friend Johnathan spoke for God but it took the death of his oldest son before Pharaoh began to listen.  My point is, we often ignore what we don’t like to hear, what seems contrary to our preconceived ideas of how life is supposed to unfold.  And honestly, being people of God doesn’t guarantee we’ll get it right.

The Israelites were God’s chosen and yet they wandered in the wilderness for 40 years.  Heck, they missed the Messiah, the one they had been looking for ever since they left Egypt!   They told themselves they knew what to look for.  Even though God spoke to them through the prophets they begged for a king.  They convinced themselves they could trust their leaders. They believed, sincerely believed, they knew the signs and would recognize God whenever He showed up.  I believe their belief was no less sincere than our own.  I also believe we have their mistakes to learn from if only we are willing.

The Israelites were given prophets but wanted a king.  We have been given the Holy Spirit yet prefer to put our trust in human leaders instead.  We give them nice titles–pastors, prophets, teachers, and apostolic leaders.  We tell ourselves they’ve been appointed by God, are the man of God in God’s house, and speak for God–the word of God–when they speak.  But honestly, how many of us can point to a burning bush as evidence to our claims.  Don’t get me wrong; I am NOT calling any of our leaders evil.  I do not doubt their desire to be counted as good leaders.  Nor do I question the sincerity of our individual desires to love God.  What I am saying is that like the Israelites we have gotten off track.  We have let fear and laziness have a foothold in our thinking.  As a result we place unnecessary burdens on ourselves as well as those who would run to Jesus if we let them.

Love is not easy. But, it is a much lighter burden to carry than the book of the law.  Casting off judgment, setting aside our lists of dos and don’ts and ins and outs, and simply meeting needs, sharing what we have, and listening to one another’s stories is enough.  Just after Jesus said, “Come to me all you who are weary…and I will give you rest…My yoke is easy and my burden is light.” the Pharisees criticized His disciples for breaking the Sabbath. Jesus replied to them, “I tell you that something greater than the temple is here. If you had known what these words mean, ‘I desire mercy, not sacrifice,’ you would not have condemned the innocent.  For the Son of Man is Lord of the Sabbath.” Of course, Jesus was talking about Himself but the Pharisees couldn’t see it.  Let’s not make their same mistake.  Let’s instead take every opportunity we can to see Jesus in our midst.  Even if later we need to ask, “When did we see you thirsty and give you drink?” let us go out into the world carrying cups of water and loaves of bread rather than stones of condemnation.


Posted by: minnow | January 11, 2015

Some Wall are Love

In my little neck of the FB woods the image to the left is popping up all over the place.  I was struck by two things.  First, I found it pretty cool that the photographer captured a rainbow in the back ground given the Biblical story as to how the rainbow came into being and what it means.  Secondly I was struck especially hard by the caption which usual accompanied this picture: “Christians protecting Christians from Christians”. Let that sink in a little.

In Portland Oregon this weekend over a thousand people from the LGBT community and their allies gathered for the Gay Christian Network Conference.  This was not the first year GCN has held such a gathering but it is the first time the Westboro Baptist group decided to send protesters.  Yet, thanks to their pre-conference threats (perhaps in an attempt to deter some people from going) a third group showed up.  They too called themselves Christians.  Their plan was to form a wall of protection so that attendees could walk into the conference without being accosted by the Westboro group.  It worked and the thanks on my FB feed are flowing!

I would love to have gone to the Portland conference but as a first year teacher I’m not only broke but don’t have personal days to use for such events.  Still, I have enjoyed the reports coming from the conference and look forward to watching the videos.  Several in the mom’s group I’ve mentioned over the last several months went with their husbands to offer FREE MOM (and Dad) HUGS to those who need surrogate families.  I’m proud to be associated with these men and women.  I know many of their stories and am in awe of what they have overcome. I’m impressed by their determination to not only love their own children but to love those who have been rejected by their own parents, siblings, friends, and fellowships. That’s much too long a list but thankfully the numbers in those groups are dwindling.

I don’t know any of the people who formed the wall or who protested on the other side of the wall at the conference. I may have mentioned the activities of Westboro in the past but I really don’t need to give them any more attention then they’ve already gotten.  I do, however, want to talk about the groups and individuals who formed the wall.  I wish I could write each one individually and say thank you but I don’t know who they are.  I believe that was intentional.  Still, I want to thank them because while I have preached and whined and blogged about the Church standing up and representing the true face of God they actually stepped forward and did something!

These hands, feet, and hearts of God deserve our respect and our praise.  Some might have shared the same views as those attending the conference and some might not have.  That wasn’t important.  The side of the fence they stood on, and the lesson every other Christian fellowship ought to learn from them, is that the Christian God stands on the side of love.  These individuals helped to provide a safe haven and they left the rest for God to work out.  Those are not easy shoes to walk in but I am certainly glad to see more and more people doing it.

Some of the people who attended the conference did not learn that lesson soon enough to save their own children, siblings, parents, other family members and friends from the pain and damage of rejection, severed relationships, destructive behavior, and self loathing.  Some wish and pray they could have a second chance. But, those who can’t are reaching out to those they can. Instead of giving up hope altogether they hope their efforts will make a difference, heal some wounds, and eventually restore relationships within the Church.

In recent months, I feel my rage toward groups like Westboro Baptist subsiding, not because I no longer think their stance is wrong.  I am as convinced as ever that our sexual identity is not sinful and that God created each one of us with an equal capacity to love and to hate.  I further believe that He is for us, not against us and that He continuously encourages us to pick up His mantle of love.  Picking up that mantle is what helps me put down my rage or at least turn it toward more productive thoughts and behavior.  I feel less rage because I am feeling more compassion.

I firmly believe most of the individuals who comprise groups like Westboro Baptist have been raised in environments of fear and judgment.  They are trapped by the laws and condemnation they have created for themselves and expect others to live under.  They need as great an example of unconditional love as our LGBT friends and family.  And yes, while it can be argued that “they are hurting our kids”, it can also be argued that if we aren’t careful, if we don’t choose love we could be hurting their kids (as well as them).  Peace and love are never easy paths to take.  But that doesn’t make them less worthwhile.

Posted by: minnow | January 2, 2015


I thought I had a good reaction when my son finally came out.  He was nearly 20 and I accepted him.  But the reality is he felt afraid enough around me that he tried to deny himself for years prior to coming out.  He  didn’t feel safe sharing who he was.  He heard things in our home that caused him to think we might not love him if we knew his secret.  He heard things in our fellowship that caused him to think God couldn’t love him and we might choose God over him.  He spent his teen years trying to choose God over himself.  When he could not deny himself any longer he made a plan to get away from the lie he was living, to find out if he could love himself even if everyone else in his life rejected him.  He told us the truth expecting to be rejected.

In spite of the media attention, the recent suicide of Leelah Alcorn–statistically–isn’t the most recent death of a teen whose struggle to belong, be loved, or find hope ended tragically.  Leelah died several days ago; on average one 10 to 24 year old successfully commits suicide every two hours. LGBT youth are 4 times more likely to commit suicide than their straight counterparts and trans teens are at the high end of that statistic. You see, even though straight people throw LGBT people in one big group–lesbian, gay, bi-sexual, and transgender people don’t see themselves as having all that much in common. Life can get unbearably lonely. It did so for Leelah.  It did so for my son.  My son moved out.  Leelah walked in front of a truck.

So, if Leelah isn’t the most recent then why has she become the poster child for Trans advocacy? (And to a slightly lesser extent for LGBT teen advocacy)?  Because the time is right.  It’s been right.  We’ve needed a poster child.  Leelah wanted her death to matter.  Social media is flooded with people trying to make that happen.  Some are comparing her to Matthew Shepard.  And, while it can be argued that the crime against Matthew Shepard was much more horrific than how Leelah was treated, the point is both Matthew and Leelah were too young to die.  Society SHOULD have been a safer place for them.  And, in order to help society become a safer place we want to remind one another of their innocence, of the innocence of those like them–those we can still protect.

PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE can we keep that goal in mind as we move forward.  Absolutely, speak out against the hateful hurtful WRONG messages put out by religious organizations.  Contradict and contradict loudly the voices of those who claim to be speaking for the Christian Church but who use rhetoric that could never have come from the lips of Jesus.  But, as you lift your voices to advocate for those who have been hurt and misunderstood and marginalized remember to muster all the self control you can muster lest you become the voice of hate we so desperately need to silence.  We do not bring about peace by dropping bombs; nor can we silence hatred by spewing hate.

Leelah Alcorn’s parents are mourning the loss of their son, Joshua, because they did not know their daughter, Leelah.  How dare we, in our self righteous anger, deny them their loss!  Leelah’s death is tragic.  But, two of the most tragic figures in this whole mess are her parents.  They have been vilified by the more enlightened among us.  Their love for their child has been mocked and called into question.  Because we on the outside don’t know what it’s like to be them on the inside we think we have the right to cast judgement.  Yet, what is it that we think we are doing that makes our actions toward them so very different from their actions toward their child?

I belong to private FB page for mom’s of children who identify as part of the LGBT community.  The requirements for being part of this group are to love God and love our LGBT identifying child(ren).  We don’t have to be at a specific place in our journey.  Our questions are welcome.  Our struggles are welcome.  Our opinions are welcome.  Our pain is welcome.  As we seek to keep loving God and loving our kids we sometimes put our foot in our mouths and sometimes shock one another BUT we withhold judgement.  As a result, most of us are traveling down the road toward greater and greater acceptance of who God created our children to be. As a result most of us are learning how to truly love our neighbors and ourselves.  As a result many have been able to cast off the religious bondage we did not even realize we had come under.

One of the founders of our group lost her son to a drug overdose.  He got involved with drugs initially because he felt rejected.  Even though his parents eventually embraced who he was, the battle with addiction he ultimately lost had already begun.  Not a day passes that this mom doesn’t mourn her son.  The blame others cast on her out of their own fear, pain, ignorance, and self-righteousness can’t begin to match that which she casts on herself.  Yet, without this very real tragedy our group of moms might never have come together and over 300 women might not have found the courage to keep loving their children in spite of opposition from family, friends, society, or the Church.

Blaming Leelah’s parents for her death is pretty easy. Pointing fingers and make accusations against them doesn’t take much out of our day.  But Leelah didn’t ask us to condemn her parents for her, to practice hate by making their lives a living hell.  Enough pain has already come from this tragedy.  We don’t need more.  A dozen teens commit suicide every day–one dozen.  Instead of wasting time playing the blame game, let the dead bury the dead and let us figure out how to be a difference for the living.

Posted by: minnow | January 1, 2015

Finding Balance

2014 has been one of the best years of my adult life.  I graduated at age 55 with a BFA in art and a renewed secondary teaching certificate.  I landed a job teaching 10th grade English and journalism (even though I’ve never even taken a journalism class before).  I have five healthy (and I think fairly happy) children.  My husband and I, while feeling our age a little more these days, have no major health complaints. I have a roof over my head, food on the table, clothing to wear, a car to drive, music to enjoy, books to read, and time to write (when I make it).

Each year on or near the first I land on a word to meditate on throughout the year. I give credit to God for the inspiration.  My “word for the year” two years ago was confront.  This past year it was release.  (Initially I thought they were connected in that I was supposed to let go of those things I didn’t confront the year before). In the end, release meant less to me than my Spirit inspired words have meant to me in past years and yet as I look back, it actually was a year of letting go.  I let go of needing to be, wanting to be, being, directly involved in my older children’s lives.  I let go of the protected environment of school related art projects.  I let go of arguing my point until the other person yells uncle.  (Okay, so I’m still working on that one).  But, I did let go of the known and familiar dailiness of graveyard work, full-time school, and various household duties in exchange for the new adventure of full-time teaching and a stint at semi-single parenthood.

Still, some parts of life I’ve been trying to let go of but have not been particularly successful in letting go of remain to taunt me.  I haven’t, for example, completely disconnected the guilt button.  I worry about the impact of my parenting mistakes on my children and how many of my bad habits they have picked up.  After 40 plus years, I still don’t balance my check book and often rob Peter to pay Paul. The financial stress spills into the rest of my life and flavors many if not all of my relationships.  I can be manipulated by the mere thought of not measuring up (or disappointing my Dad especially) and desperately want to prove myself–my point of view, my recollection, my facts–my worth.  Even if the messages I receive changed today, not enough years are left in my Dad’s lifetime or in mine to counter balance the negative messages I’ve already imbedded, rewind, repeat, replay and wrestle with–in each of my relationships.  I still need to let go of those tapes, of their toxic impact, of the past I cannot change.  Letting go is an on going process.

While most of my life I struggled to belong, fit in, be accepted or even {smiley face} embraced, 2014 was a year of growing my own wings and becoming comfortable with my aloneness.  I believe 2015 will be a year of learning to love my less than idea self.  Recently, I tried to explain what I meant to my oldest daughter and middle son.  I used the relatively minor example of pet ownership.  I have always wanted to be the perfect dog owner–the kind of person whose dog would follow me around, obey my every command, and be loyal to the death.  What I failed to realize about this ideal image is that it took a lot of work on the part of the owner.  In order for dogs to make that kind of deep connection with their owners they need to be loved, trained, cared for, and included.  The connection needs to be continuous and consistent. I am not that disciplined or that determined thus my idealized version of myself as a pet owner doesn’t have much of a chance to be realized.  A while back I decided I would quit telling myself the “someday lie” and simply face the fact that despite having a dog that would readily respond to that type of intense training I will not ever be the ideal pet owner.  Now I have to figure out how to be okay with the less than ideal self such a decision makes me in my own mind.

Kind of convoluted, right?  Well, multiply that simple example by a dozen other idealized images and you can begin to see where I live emotionally–how I struggle to balance my ideal self with my real self.  Expand the notion of ideal by applying it to education, politics, religion, social justice, etc. and you can begin to understand how I wrestle with the world around me.  My husband once queried if I had ever felt content.  Revisiting his question has inspired my journey to find balance between the real and the ideal.  A long time friend of my husband has for as long as I’ve known him signed his letters with the phrase Walk in Balance.  It has always irritated me.  I frankly don’t like the word.  Thus, it is no surprise that balance is the word the Spirit seems to have given me for 2015.  We shall see where it leads.

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I am trying to maintain two blogs.  Minnowhealth and this one.  In the past I wrote posts about receiving a “word” on this blog.  This will be my last such post on this blog as I will now divide the more personal stuff (Minnowhealth) from the more issue oriented stuff (here).

Posted by: minnow | December 11, 2014

Guns: Life VS Liberty

I just about went off on a FB acquaintance who re-posted a “letter to the editor” thread ridiculing people who want greater gun control.  I’ve seen the thread multiple times and usually can just keep scrolling.  It’s meant to be funny but today for whatever reason it just didn’t strike me that way. I wrote a comment, then deleted it, undid the delete, copied it, and deleted it again.  Here’s what I wrote:

I don’t want to regulate your guns. I want to regulate those individuals who would use guns to kill innocent people. I want to make it more difficult for the average person to own semi-automatic assault rifles when the only purpose for owning such weapons is to use them, not to hunt game, but to kill people. I don’t want it to be easy for people who are mentally unstable to get a hold of a weapon that can kill multiple people in seconds. The letter you posted isn’t brilliant as it was titled. It’s ignorant.

No one who is calling for greater gun control is trying to harm law biding citizens. We aren’t out to get hunters. We don’t want to stop average Americans from having fun at target practice. We don’t even want to stop people from owning hand guns for self protection (Although the number of household members killed by a homeowner’s gun out numbers the number of intruders killed).

Guns can’t think.  They can’t act. They can’t obey the law.  People however can.  And it’s people who need to be regulated.  So, this letter you call brilliant, just lets us see how foolish some gun enthusiasts can be.

My husband and oldest son hunt.  I live in Montana and know people who rely on the game for their meat supply. I, personally, have never held a gun nor do I plan on learning how.  I hope no one in my family will ever have the need to defend their home or country by taking up arms.  I don’t know anyone who has ever been shot, has ever shot another person, or has ever lost a loved one due to gun violence.  So honestly, I don’t have a dog in this fight, not yet.  My initial response to the thread my FB acquaintance posted was actually due to the insincerity of the thread.

Gun control advocates have legitimate concerns.  Gun related accidents and gun violence in America are  embarrassingly high statistics–over 30,000 gun related deaths annually.  But we will not make any progress toward solving these problems if we continue to waste our time and our resources on hyperbole, political pandering, finger pointing, and name calling.  We need to recognize we have a problem,  put an end to grandstanding and seek solutions we can all begin to implement.  Lives and livelihoods might be at stake.

Posted by: minnow | November 23, 2014

Letting Go and Holding On

Last Sunday (11/16) in a FB group I belong to a member confessed she just “lost her church (fellowship)” after sitting through a message which included statements about Christian principles being under attack because a bakery was sued for refusing to make a wedding cake for a gay couple.  The pastor told his congregants they needed to stand strong against such attacks.  My friend left the service knowing she could not just keep trying to show “the other side of love”.  She ended her comment to us with the question: “Why is it hurting so much?”  Our group is very quick to love on moms going through this kind of pain after all the purpose of the group is to support Christian moms of LGBT identifying children and most of us have similar stories.

I have been a part of the group for about seven months now and it has nearly double in size since I joined (just over 300 members).  Multiple times a day women in places of grief are respected, heard, and assured that they are not alone and it will get better.  My answer to the above question is one I have shared in various forms multiple times.

It hurts because the very people who are supposed to show the world the love of Christ can not let go of their own fears, judgments, and pain long enough to realize they are passing those very things on to others. We seriously do not trust that God’s love for us is the same yesterday, today, and tomorrow, that it is unconditional, and that it is able to reach to everyone. I am sorry for your loss, for the pain. I am sorry, too, for theirs.

While I do see life getting better I am almost always struck by how deeply many of the women in my mom’s group feel the pain caused by broken fellowship, rejection, and ugly religious rhetoric.  I am probably lucky to have moved as much as I have as an adult.  My roots in one particular group (9 fellowships) were not so deep that moving on was especially painful.  In addition, my last exodus was not caused by a child coming out as gay although his exodus from that fellowship was. His exit actually helped me  understand the pain involved just a little since he had been deeply rooted.

Feeling deceived by the fellowships I have been a part actually overshadowed the pain of broken relationship.  And, those feelings can be frightening and painful as well.  Often those going through Church hurt due to rejection are left with lots of questions, one of which is almost always: How could I have been so foolish as to think they cared? These questions are followed by serious doubts as to whether we will ever trust such a fellowship again, even if we are able to find one.  This combination of pain, fear, and doubt generally leads to loneliness, isolation, and hopelessness, none of which sound like the manifestations of a loving God to me.

I will forever be confused by my fellow Christians who believe in a place of never ending torment and who think rejecting entire groups of people suddenly lines up with God’s character as loving. And yet, through all of my childhood and most of my adulthood I held my own vague belief in hell.  It was only after my thoughts of hell were blatantly challenged by a growing revelation that God truly is the manifestation of love that I understood how disjointed this thinking had been.

I found a huge disconnect between my experience of love (NOTE: 1 Corinthians 13) and the idea that God’s character would suddenly change and become very un-loving toward me if I didn’t lived up to the correct interpretation of scripture.  I tried to imagine under what circumstances I could reject my own children but I could not come up with any. And so, I cannot understand people who while calling themselves Christians think one of their great callings in life is to model rejection, censure, and ugliness in our fellowships and to the world. These misguided souls–and they must be misguided or seriously tormented themselves to believe such things– honestly hold some twisted definition of agape love that allows it to include condemnation and abandonment.

People, like wounded animals, often lash out at others when they’re hurt, so I understand the pain turned to anger some of the women in my mom’s group feel toward the Church.  Still, if we are going to be advocates of real change within Church walls we need to figure out how to love and educate, love and confront wrong thinking, love and speak the truth, love and in some cases let go, bow out, and refuse to engage. When those we have been holding onto refuse to let go of the beliefs and attitudes that harm and misrepresent the God of love we believe in, as well as our families, our best option is sometimes to let go, regroup, and move on.

I left a building several years ago but I did not leave the Church.  I still believe in a benevolent Creator, a relational God.  And, having left one building is not saying I won’t ever walk into another.  Groups  meet needs more effectively than individuals.  Shared resources and energy often proves the adage “many hands make light work”.  Help, meeting needs, providing services, developing fellowship becomes more reliable, accessible, and possible when multiple people pull together, share the burden, and spread the joy.  Even though I have not yet found another, safer, building I still believe God’s creation is meant to work together and I have confidence that even if I need to look in the most unlikely places I will find others who try to reach out, choose to lift up, and want to share life.


Posted by: minnow | October 13, 2014

Letting Go

     A woman I’ve never met except through a private FB page I’ve belonged to since May passed away today.  The group, a safe haven for Christian moms of LGBT identifying children, is populated with women from across the country and even a few from the other side of the globe.  I did not know Jeannie Moran Androsoff personally.  In fact, except to read a few of her posts I know almost nothing about her other than she started a website called From the posts in the private group I know Jeannie was a pretty spectacular woman who loved her son fiercely.  I also know her website was launched shortly after finding out the cancer, which ultimately took her earthly life this morning (10/13), had returned.

The reason I mention Jeannie at all is because reading the posts to and about her over the past couple days, and reflecting on her impact on the private FB group I happen to be a part of, made me realize just how disconnected I have been most of my life.  While many in this private group were once part of what they would describe as tightly knit, caring church families, I have never in my life felt like part of an inner circle.  At best I’ve been a distant relative, a second cousin once removed sort of status, especially with regard to church families.  At times, as I read about someone’s frustration with or hurt at the hands of a once upon a time “family” member over issues connected to their LGBT children, I find myself wanting to shout, “Get over it!  Let go and move on for goodness sake.”  You see, I have never had to let go of someone who held that kind of emotional weight in my life.  So, I guess it’s been fairly easy for me to have a “Get over it!” attitude.

As much as I want–intellectually–for those in the Church and those in places of power to desire truth, treat the other with respect, and be willing to work for justice, I honestly don’t care how people feel about me or if I get an invitation to Sunday dinner.  I don’t need “likes”, although I do like conversation.  Mostly, I don’t have time for arguments that don’t work toward solutions to problems, build a framework for cooperation, or  lay the groundwork for better understanding.  Having the same fruitless discussions with the same people on a slightly different thread is a waste.  I never did it much and I simply don’t want to do it any more.  So, I apologize for my rather detached empathy for those of you who continue to struggle with family, friends, and associates over issues that get in the way of the relationships you long to have.  If the shout outs and remembrances for Jeannie are any indicator of what comes from never letting go, I believe your efforts are worth while.  That said, the difference between helping someone wake from their slumber and banging one’s head against the wall can sometimes feel like a very thin line.  My best prayer is that we’re able to discern the difference before we give ourselves concussions.

Posted by: minnow | October 12, 2014

Having Trouble Finding Time

My once a month blogging isn’t really cutting it.  Since I no longer have hours during my graveyard shifts to fill I have found finding time to write quite difficult.  In late August I started teaching three standard 10th grade English classes, a Journalism class (I’ve never even taken a journalism class), and a Basic English 10 class.  Next semester I’ll add a 12th grade Basic English class.  The Basic English classes are supposed to be less strenuous than the regular English classes and thus have fewer students.  The students however tend to be less motivated to work on assignments and or have more difficulty understanding expectations thus require more individual supervision.   I don’t have any Honors classes which would probably be more interesting but would also mean another prep and a different kind of work load.  My time has already been gobbled up creating curriculum, correcting quizzes, and commenting on essays.

The state of writing in the 10th grade (if my classes are representative of the rest of what’s out there) is abominable.  On the one hand I might blame teacher for not requiring students to write more.  However, when the average high school English teacher has between 60 and 120 students who can realistically expect those teachers to give, read, and correct and comment on multiple writing assignments. I spend close to as much time grading my student’s essays as they spend writing them.  I literally have no social life because I spend my out of school hours generating and then assessing assignments, minus the two hours a night I fix dinner and monitor/help my daughter with her homework.

Yes, I’m whining.  I feel sorry for myself because I’d like to blog instead of create curriculum and grade poorly written papers.  At the same time, I am frustrated by the lack of writing skills on the part of my students.  Thus I have a dilemma.  So long as I’m collecting a pay check I feel obliged to do what I have been hired to do and sadly that doesn’t mean blogging, at least not in the near future.  My apologizes to the one or two who may actually check in every now and again.

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