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Posted on May 28, 2013 in church stuff, dreams, healing, identity, incarnational, relationships, spiritual formation, the refuge | 23 comments

corrective experiences

when we love and respect people jean vanier

“you’re here to be light, bringing out the God-colors in the world. God is not a secret to be kept. we’re going public with this, as public as a city on a hill. if i make you light-bearers, you don’t think i’m going to hide you under a bucket, do you? i’m putting you on a light stand. now that i’ve put you there on a hilltop, on a light stand—shine! keep open house; be generous with your lives. by opening up to others, you’ll prompt people to open up with God, this generous Father in heaven.” - matthew 5:11-16, the message

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i have a lot of amazing therapist friends. it is a gift and they help many people grow, heal, and become better people. the other day i got an email from one of them who shared  a story with me about how part of our messy, crazy, putting-our-money-where-our-mouth-is community is creating “corrective experiences” for people.

in therapy, corrective emotional experiences are when we have an experience that repairs the traumatic influence of previous experiences.

i’d say it’s when we have an encounter that somehow heals, repairs, or shifts a previous trauma, assumption, or wound.

many of us have a lot of pain related to life and faith. we’ve been used, abused, hurt, cast aside. others have been unvalued, ignored, dismissed. some have specific experiences we remember vividly; others are a blur of a whole-bunch-of-hard-things strung together that create a pervasive feeling that we live with day to day.

feeling unloved, “not enough”, unworthy, or unvalued are probably the top ones for most people i know.

in my opinion, feeling unloved, “not enough”, unworthy, or unvalued should not be the primary feelings for God’s kids.

seriously, something is really wrong with this story if that is what it has consistently produced.

i believe in every part of my soul that the biggest work of the body of Christ is to help create “corrective experiences” for people to heal old wounds and begin to find new life and hope. to repair a bridge to God that has been blown out.

one of my biggest sorrows is that i have had very few corrective experiences in my interactions with the wider traditional church. in fact, more often than not, some of the old wounds get re-opened–that theology trumps relationship, that sin is measured, that there are levels of real christians, that faith needs to be controlled and managed, that leadership is about power-and-strength (not the good kind), that women are less-than.

so many people have given up on the possibility of the church being a safe place, of christians accepting them just-as-they-are, of feeling dignity, respect, and value.

this makes me so sad.

i know i can’t change the world, but i can do play my small little part in creating corrective experiences for people.

where instead of passing judgment, i can pass on love.

where instead of subtly or directly expecting people to change, i can accept them just as they are.

where instead of cementing the message that they don’t belong, i can welcome all people freely to the table.

where instead of shutting down someone’s painful story, i can listen and resist my urge to fix.

where instead of expecting people to believe what i do, i can honor their theologies and trust God is at work in their lives as much as he’s at work in mine.

where instead of seeing myself different from people, i can notice what we have in common.

to me, this is light. this is keeping open house. this is being generous with our lives. this is what will heal wounds and help crack open a door that has been slammed shut out of pain.

more than ever i believe this is the work of the church–to create corrective experiences for people.

so when our past indicates that by sharing the truth about who we are we might be met with judgement, we are met with love and acceptance instead.

when we risk bravely asking for help even though every part of us fears being shamed, we actually get some without condition.

when we mistreat someone, we received honest feedback from that person instead of anger or rejection.

when we let our guard down and share some of our real feelings, we are heard and treated with kindness and respect.

when we say no, the person on the other end accepts it without shaming or blaming.

when we get angry or do-all-kinds-of-weird-things-that-we-are-sure-will-cause-others-to-reject-us, we talk about it openly and no one leaves.

when we are sure that church couldn’t ever be safe enough for us, we encounter loving people who are part of a church and stir that possibility for us.

this week, i saw some of these corrective experiences in action; oh, it is always just so pretty!

it gets me all fired up about what could be if we focused less on programming and more on relationship. less on theological correctness and more on practice. less on the surface and more on the deep places of our hearts.

yeah, my dream is that the body of Christ was widely known as an army of healers, people who…

blow minds and hearts away with Jesus’ radical love and acceptance.

spark some freaky feeling inside hurting people where they go “huh, that’s weird, i thought christians were judgmental”

ignite a flicker of a flame inside that says “maybe God does love me”

restore dignity where it’s been stripped.

build worth and value where it’s been destroyed.

are safe and healthy and embody what so many of us didn’t get in our broken families.  

may we play our small part in creating corrective experiences where others feel God’s love, hope, mercy, dignity, justice, and heart for them through us–his flawed but willing ambassadors this side of heaven.

there’s a lot of work to do.

but Light is powerful and a little goes a long way.

imagine what a lot could do.

 

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Posted on May 11, 2013 in healing, identity, incarnational, mommydom, relationships | 10 comments

there are lots of ways to mother.

there are lots of ways to mother

it’s mother’s day weekend in the USA, the time where a bunch of women feel special and extra-loved, and another group of women often don’t.  like so many other holidays, many who feel great about it  sometimes forget that there are others who really struggle this particular weekend. church is extra sucky if they make all the mothers stand up and get a flower and you’re the one still sitting. in divorced families, the reality of what’s been lost creeps up.  others have lost their mothers or significant women in their life and it’s another year of grief.

i promise, i’m not trying to ruin the holiday for anyone, really!  as a mom of 5, it’s not a half bad weekend for me. i love all the spoilage.  but i feel really passionate about making sure we don’t equate mother’s day with only birthing babies.

having children often becomes the ultimate pinnacle of womanhood, especially christian womanhood.  this pushes an awful lot of women to the margins and dishonors all that we were created to be beyond making babies.

sure, having babies is one way to mother, but there are countless other ways, too.

all women are mothers.

it’s how God made us. it looks different for each of us and we have to break down the crazy stereotypes and ways we’ve been boxed in, fenced in, and limited in order to get to the essence of our awesomeness as women.  just like there are lots of ways to love God,  there are lots of ways to mother, to bring things to life, to create, to nurture, to build, to protect.  

women mother when we: 

call out God’s image in someone.

cultivate art & words & beauty. 

advocate for another. 

build friendships and life-giving relationships.

midwife spiritual shifts.

make new families who come from our wombs & orphanages & foster care

influence change.

hug a friend.

listen to a friend. 

weep with those who weep.

rejoice with those who rejoice.

start something. build something. create something. 

protect what’s good. 

lend hope to someone who needs to borrow it.  

inspire dreams & new ideas.

nurture pockets of justice & love & freedom in small or big ways. 

lead teams.

care for our coworkers, our neighbors, someone else’s child

care for parents.

care for ourselves.

yeah, women are awesome–strong, tender, wise, beautiful, compassionate, creative, powerful, brave, messy.   kids, no kids, single, married, gay, straight, rich, poor, educated, uneducated, divorced, widowed, young, old–it makes no difference.

the one thing we have in common is that we all somehow mother.

and i’m really glad there are lots of ways to do that.  

that’s fun to celebrate.  i hope we all tell a woman today how you are grateful for her mothering.

happy mother’s day!

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Posted on Apr 1, 2013 in ex good christian women, faith shifts, healing, identity, jesus is cool, spiritual formation | 9 comments

resurrecting.

resurrection definition

some synonyms for “resurrecting”:  awakening, bouncing back, breathing new life into, brightening, coming to life, making whole, overcoming, reawakening, recovering, rekindling, renewing, renovating, restoring, resuscitating, snapping out of it, springing up, strengthening, waking up.

yesterday was resurrection sunday. a day where we tell the easter story and Jesus risen from the tomb and remember that out of the death & darkness, hope and new life emerge. i am so thankful for resurrection and all that it means and the entire week at the refuge was a really beautiful & sweet one. without friday & saturday of Jesus’ story, sunday means nothing. without death & suffering, there is no joy. our past is always part of our future. our stories are always a strange and holy mix of sorrow & joy, beautiful & ugly, dark & light, despair & hope.

while i love the word “resurrection” and all that it means, i have been meditating more on the word “resurrecting” this past week.

resurrecting.

resurrect-ing.

it’s a verb. it’s active. it’s ongoing.

it’s not an event but a way of living.

one of my favorite lines in a poem is from wendell berry, one of the most often quoted around easter time. he says, “practice resurrection.”

so many of us are resurrecting in all kinds of unique & wonderful & scary ways.

we’re waking up.

we’re healing.

we’re shedding things that hinder.

we’re coming to life again after a season of painful loss.

we’re finding our voice.

we’re uncovering our passions.

we’re discovering life in unlikely places.

we’re showing up instead of hiding.

we’re thawing hardened hearts.

we’re loving in new ways.

we’re trying new things.

we’re loosening our grip on things we once held tightly.

we are rebuilding after deconstructing

we are resurrecting.

while i love sharing this scripture from 2 corinthians 5:17 when we baptize people, “the old has gone, the new is here”, in my day to day living, i like to change it a little (at our wednesday house of refuge we sometimes call it the KIV version of the bible, kathy’s inconsistent version) to say “the old is always dying, and the new is always coming.”

that’s much more what real life is like for most of us.  

the old is always dying, the new is always coming.

this week is the refuge’s 7 year birthday. it’s often difficult for me to describe how significant this is for all kinds of reasons. when we started the refuge, we were a bloody broken mess after getting fired from our old church and had no business starting a new one. but thankfully God uses battered worn things to make new beautiful ones. for 7 straight years we have slogged it out relationally, spiritually, and emotionally in community.  there have been so many wonderful things about it and a whole helluva a lot of hard things, too.  i have had so many sleepless nights longing for an easier path. so many days i am just plain  sick and tired of relationship and love and all that God has laid on my heart about “church.” so many moments where i feel confused about where we’re going and why we’re here.  so many days where i wish we had a different past so our present could somehow be magically better.

but no matter how wacky it has been, it also one of those God-given places i can keep practicing what resurrecting means.

where the old keeps dying and the new keeps coming–not only in my own life but in our life together as a community.

where there’s no finish line, no “i’ve arrived”, “we have this nailed down”, no “i’ll never struggle with that again!”

where i keep learning all kinds of things i need to learn about awakening, bouncing back, breathing new life into, brightening, coming to life, making whole, overcoming, reawakening, recovering, rekindling, renewing, renovating, restoring, resuscitating, snapping out of it, springing up, strengthening, waking up.

where i keep remembering that resurrecting is not born out of life & ease & comfort & light.  it comes out of death & trouble & discomfort & darkness.

but it’s always coming. again, again, and again.  all kinds of lovely slivers of hope. joy. peace. love. mercy. forgiveness. grace. justice. beauty.

death and life, life and death. the old always dying, the new always coming.

resurrecting.

resurrect-ing.

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ps: i wanted to let you  know, too, that we are hosting our next online class for ex-good-christian-women starting april 15th. 4 weeks of strength & encouragement & challenge to keep resurrecting. we don’t have a next date planned so if you want to catch it, phyllis mathis and i would love for you to join us!  each time we run one of these classes i am always amazed at the healing and action that emerges.

Ex Good Christian Women's Club. Register now.

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Posted on Jan 12, 2013 in formation friday, healing, identity, spiritual formation | 9 comments

formation friday: no condemnation

formation friday no condemnation

years ago when my kids were little (and we only had a couple!) jose and i did scripture memory cards together as a spiritual practice (oh, those good old days).  it is amazing how many of those passages are still embedded into my heart and i am thankful for them in all kinds of ways. one of those passages that i remember memorizing was romans 8:1--”therefore, there is now no condemnation for those who are in Christ Jesus.”  some of you might even remember that worship song that goes along with it.  i can belt it out like it was yesterday and it’s probably been over 12 years since i have heard it.

my experience has been that this verse is a very hard one for a lot of us to embrace on a practical level.

sure, many can say “because of Jesus i don’t have to live condemned any longer” but in the day-to-day experience of life there often lingers all kinds of real feelings of guilt, shame, falling-short-ness, self-loathing, and all-around-not-feeling-loved-and-secure.

during this month at the refuge we are walking through romans 8 together at our saturday night gatherings.  part of our hope this year is to restore some of the ways we interact with the Bible and learn to see it with new eyes.  it is so hard when so many have had such ugly experiences with it being used as a weapon to bring guilt & shame instead of freedom & hope.  sure, there are all kinds of things in romans that give me twitches but i am looking at those reactions not as a reason to shut the book but to ask God to reveal in fresh & deep ways what these passages might mean here, now. it’s been really good for me.

when it comes to this passage, i have a great sadness that so many people who love Jesus and have followed him for years and years often feel so unloved & unworthy & bound up. it’s nuts, really, all of the insecurity and locked-up-ness that pervades the christian church. it is supposed to be the place that restores sight & sets people free, not the opposite!

i have come to believe that one of the greatest sins is the giving ourselves over to the perpetual feeling of being unloved & unworthy.

for many, the world has given us a lot of reasons to believe this.  life has not been fair.  

for others, the church has given us a lot of reasons to believe this.  we’ve been taught a lot about our miserable wretchedness but not very much about our made-in-God’s-imageness.

learning to live without condemnation is no easy task but my hope is that more and more of find healing in that area so we can live more free and strong with the spirit of God constantly renewing and reminding us of the truth about who we are as God’s children.

holy. dearly loved. free. secure. worthy. treasured.

in the midst of our humanness.

i love the message version of this romans 8:1 passage:

those who enter into Christ’s being-here-for-us no longer have to live under a continuous, low-lying black cloud. a new power is in operation. the Spirit of life in Christ, like a strong wind, has magnificently cleared the air, freeing you from a fated lifetime of brutal tyranny at the hands of sin and death.”

read that a few times and consider:

what words or passages jump out at you?

how have you been you breaking free from condemnation and its low-lying black cloud?  

what condemning messages about yourself would you like to be cleared out this year so the sun can shine more brightly in your day-to-day life?

my ongoing practice is that when the ugly condemning thoughts come (because i can’t control them, only what i choose to do about them) that i picture God’s spirit gently blowing them away, so they don’t settle over my head, robbing me of life & love & peace.

have a great weekend. peace and hope, kathy

ps: if you are new here, every friday (or saturday sometimes) i’ve been posting a “formation friday” reflection.  other ones can be found here.

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Posted on Nov 8, 2012 in healing, identity, what it's like | 4 comments

what it’s like…to get sober from sexual addiction

iStock_000015306344XSmallone of the things i’m most passionate about is creating safe spaces for people to be honest about their real stories. church is supposed to be the safest place on earth, the place where we can share the hardest parts of our lives and experience so that shame’s power can be broken and God’s healing can transform.  sexual addiction has tried to ruin a lot of men and women i know; what’s so beautiful, though, is that even though it has tried, it hasn’t won. it’s possible to get sober from it.  it’s possible to break free from its stranglehold. it’s possible to heal.  meet my brave and wonderful friend brian* as he shares his journey toward getting sober from sexual addiction. he has several years of sobriety now; it’s been a bumpy beautiful road and i am so glad he is willing to share a sliver of “what it’s like” with all of us.

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describe a little bit about your background, faith experience, and how you began to realize that you were stuck in the cycle of addiction.

As a child, I longed for God. I saw my parents’ vibrant faith and I wanted that. I never told anyone about my doubts and struggles; I was already learning to keep my deepest feelings secret. I loved the Christian message, but I wanted to know God. That longing continued into adulthood. I sought to be faithful, and I came to believe that God was calling me to ministry. So I went, and I served. But it took a massive crisis for me to begin to receive that “blessed assurance.”

As a little boy I felt safe at home and in the church. But outside those settings I was scared, timid, and confused. At the age of five or six, being seen as a sex object by an older, more powerful boy was far preferable to being bullied or ignored. I knew I mustn’t tell anybody; sex was another addition to my growing list of secrets.

By the age of twelve or thirteen I had already been preoccupied with sex for several years. I was so shy that I never asked a girl out unless she asked me first – something that rarely happened. I took refuge in my secret fantasies, often going back to the naughty fun I’d come to idealize from my childhood. Soon I started to use pornography, and quickly I became obsessed with it. By now I was profoundly ashamed, yet I was coming to realize that I could not stop the behavior that both thrilled and disgusted me.

what are some of the feelings you had when you were in hiding?

I felt deep shame, fear, and an increasing sense of powerlessness. I was baffled by my behavior, which violated my deepest moral convictions. I comforted myself in knowing that I had never had an affair, seen a prostitute, or molested a child. Yet that was small comfort when I realized how despicable my actual behavior was. I became a grand master at negative self-talk. I was terrified that my shameful secret would be exposed. Thousands of times I cried out to God for healing. My desperate prayer became, “Cure me or kill me.”

what began to shift inside you as you began to work toward sobriety and bring your addiction out into the open?

My addiction was exposed against my will. It took a long time before I began to see the day my awful shame was exposed as “the best worst day of my life,” as a friend in recovery put it. That shame combined with a blinding fear, and I thought my life was over. I prayed, overcome with remorse at the damage I had done to my wife, to my children and grandchildren, and to the countless victims of behavior such as mine.

I admitted my helplessness. I asked God to take over the controls. It has been hard, unspeakably hard. I’ve tried many times to wrestle back control, only to be reminded how much my addictive self would love me to think I can make it through willpower. When I have stumbled and when I have made progress, God has been with me. Even when I feel deep sadness and regret, I’m able to see the shower of blessings that God has for me every day.

what are some things that friends and family did or said that have really helped you stay the course?

I have cherished the love of family and friends, but I thought, “If you really knew me, you would despise me.” But – thanks be to God! – those beloved people have learned my secret, and they have loved me still. For those I betrayed the most, it is a terrible, painful journey, and they struggle to forgive. Yet they have not turned their back on me. People listen. They affirm. They admit confusion and anger. They hug, smile, and admit they don’t know what to say. I am grateful beyond words.

what are some things that people said or did that hurt, that you’d put in the category of, “this is not a good idea to say to someone struggling with shame?”

Much less hurtful stuff has happened than I feared. Some have turned away, and at times I felt people thought I was toxic to hang around with. Very few have moralized, tried to fix me, or pretended they had the answers to all of my questions. When I know that people really care, that kind of talk doesn’t hurt all that much. What really hurts is when people treat sex addicts as if they were exceptions to the Gospel of God’s wild, inclusive love.

how has your relationship with God, others, yourself changed over these past several years?

In this journey of recovery I have sensed the presence and love of God as never before. Others have taught me that I don’t have to hide the truth in order to be loved and valued. And I am beginning to embrace with joy the reality that I am God’s beloved – and so are you.

what’s one piece of advice you have for “the church” when it comes to addressing these painful issues around sexual addiction?

The world seems to think the church’s main message is “shame on you.” They need to see the gospel in living color through people.  Have the courage to talk together about this very uncomfortable issue. Acknowledge that there are sex addicts in your midst, and countless others who are coping with secret shame. Be a community of safety and trust, rooted in the Good News that Jesus came into this world to rescue sinners.

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thank you, brian, for sharing a sliver of what it’s like to struggle with this painful addiction and what can happen when it’s brought into the light.  shame looks different for people, but one common thread seems to be “if they really knew me, they won’t love me” so we hide and then our addictions and compulsive behaviors get worse.  for years I hid my abortion out of that same fear, but when i finally got honest, just the opposite happened.  sure, some didn’t understand but i began to meet others who did.  shame takes all different forms and there’s no doubt in my mind that the best way to break its power is to begin to tell the truth in safe places, to bring what is in the darkness into the light, to help each other understand that who we are in our worst moments is not who we really are.

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ps: the other posts so far in this “what it’s like” series can be found here.

also, i have a post up for sheloves magazine for november. i’ve got a once a month column there centered on down we go.  this one is for the november feast series and is called big tables where everyone eats.  here’s to putting in more leaves & pulling up more chairs!

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Posted on Jun 25, 2012 in crazy making, ex good christian women, healing, identity, just because i thought it was fun | 57 comments

breastfeeding hurts & other things we need to be more honest about.

blog breastfeeding hurts* i wrote this post in march and never got around to posting it (i do that a lot).  it was after a conversation with an awesome mommy & ministry leader who told me how hard it was to juggle being a mom and leading at the same time.   in her mind, she kept falling short.  in my mind, like so many others of us, we just haven’t had enough safe spaces for reality.  

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anyone who tells a new mom, “oh, breastfeeding is easy, it doesn’t hurt at all” is a liar.

let’s be honest, it hurts at first.  there’s no way around it.  when i had my first baby 20 years ago i remember people around me spouting the joys of it.  and not one person told me how bad it was going to hurt.  they only told me all the reasons why it was so great.

i agreed with them; it’s awesome. i’m definitely pro breast-feeding.

but i wish they had been more honest because it hurt like hell for the first few weeks.

it shouldn’t have been a stretch for a seasoned mom ahead of me to just say: “listen, this is really a big sacrifice, it’s going to be hard, it’s going to hurt, but hang in there and over time, it will get easier.”

that’s not asking too much.  but it’s often how it works.

i usually don’t talk about breastfeeding on my blog, but what i do like to talk about is honesty.  and i think what’s lacking in so many circles–especially christian ones–is the lack of honesty when it comes to many things. 

we sugar-coat, we avoid, we over-spiritualize and over-simplify, and we do a really big disservice to people who just need safe places to talk about the truth. 

we need to talk about stuff like:

how many of us are always comparing ourselves to someone better, stronger, wiser, more-this-or-more-that than us in work & play & school, and how draining that can be.  so many of us live with the sucky feeling of being too much or not enough but with no safe place to talk about it.

sex is weird.  and that most of us didn’t have good conversations about it when we needed to and are left to figure out all kinds of things related to it on our own.  it’s not going so well for a whole helluva of a lot of people.

having kids will always mean that we don’t get to do some of what we want to.  there’s a damaging myth that with the right balance of body-mind-soul-spirit we can pull off everything we want to do.  that if we try harder, pray more, shift our schedule, go to sleep later (or earlier), that we can make it all happen.  we can’t.  being responsible for little people (who then grow into bigger people who still need us) will always mean some of what we want is impossible.

shame and it’s hold on us.  how often we feel it and don’t know what the $*#&$^!@! to do with it because we think we’re the only one.

how terrifying doubt really is.  what it feels like when we wake up one morning and wonder if we’re really an atheist. or what it’s like when things-about-God that felt so sure now are like sinking sand and we aren’t sure who or what to believe anymore.

and how scary dreaming really is.  how when other people start talking about their dreams it freaks us out and we wonder if we’ll ever be brave enough to try what we long to do. how we get jealous & scared & mad at God for not making dreams come easier.

that feeling stuck is common.  so many of us are stuck in hard jobs, tough marriages, weird churches, unsatisfying professions, and a long list of other things that leave us longing for change but silently convinced that it might not ever happen.

these were not things that i was taught in most of my church experiences.  while i was being fed things like “pray more, believe more, serve more” these thoughts were  rattling around in my head & heart.  i was fortunate enough to become part of a safe women’s group when my kids were very little that opened the door to these kinds of conversations and since then have been able to be part of little pockets of safety where these conversations are possible.

but the more i talk to others, the more i wrestle with the crazy stuff always swirling around in my head, the more convinced i am that we need to work harder at  figuring out ways to be more brutally honest about these things.

to have safe spaces to talk about them.

to be with others who are asking the same questions and wrestling with the same things.

to gather hope that we’re not alone.

that’s why we need more safe communities, people gathered in all kinds of shapes & sizes, where we talk about things that need talking about.  where we are not afraid to say hard things out loud.  where we download the crazy stuff in our head and learn we’re not that crazy after all.

where we don’t pretend breastfeeding doesn’t hurt.

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