Authenticity, Asshattery, Faith and Fear
Mar 18 2013
I’m writing about Jesus today on another blog. And about authenticity and asshattery. And especially about the profound lesson I learned from an atheist that changed the way I talk about who I am.
One of the things I love best about you, the people who hang out with me here, is the fact that you accept the Both/And life. Both the silly and the sacred. Both the magic and the mess. I love that you are people of all faiths and all backgrounds. I love that you are moms and dads and people-who-don’t-have-kids and that all of you — every last one — are very human and very divine. I love that you allow me the freedom to muddle my way through this life out loud. That you give me and each other unreasonable encouragement to live the best, most beautifully imperfect lives we can.
And because you are who you are, it would have been easier for me to write this piece and leave it here on my home blog. Talking about faith can be dicey, after all. Instead, I decided to take a wild leap and risk being authentic in a different venue. To risk asking some Real Questions that I hope garner Real Responses. To risk inviting other people into our Both/And world.
Will you join me there? In sharing our stories and inviting people in?
Like Shel Silverstein said, “Come in!”
If you are a dreamer, come in.
If you are a dreamer, a wisher, a liar,
A hope-er, a pray-er, a magic bean buyer . . .
If you’re a pretender, come sit by my fire,
For we have some flax golden tales to spin.