An Unlikely Place To Start

I have to admit to equal parts trepidation and ambivalence as I set out on this, my maiden voyage into the world of blogging.

I’m excited too, don’t get me wrong. It’s just that I’ve spent most of my life talking too much and finally, at the ripe old age of 44, I finally prefer to listen. I loiter on favorite blogs, trying genuinely to hear what is being said, especially the comments and all the beautiful diverse voices. Sometimes it makes my head spin and my heart palpitate, trying to hold them all at the same time — the hopeful voices and the hurting ones, the ones shrouded in anger and fear and the ones that just can’t grasp their own privilege. The voices that captivate me most and keep me coming back are the vulnerable ones. They never tell anyone what to do | believe | feel | think; they just speak their true and hold the space and I hope to be like that too.

I have been a writer all my life and a wide-eyed follower of Jesus for as long as I can remember. My journey is replete with giddy seasons of faith followed hard on the heels by long stretches of doubt. My pursuit of God is ever an elixir of delight, despair and determination and always, always words. Even when I am speechless, there, beneath the surface, words dance and dissipate, forming and reforming to try to apprehend the Holy and speak myself into existence.

In the past few years, my love affair with words has taken a new turn into sacred poetry. Because you see, when biblical authors want you to sit up and take notice, they use poetry.

Poetry captivates us from word one, as God creates heaven and earth in Genesis 1 and as the first man discovers the woman is his true partner in Genesis 2. Hannah’s poem in 1 Samuel shapes messianic theology so profoundly that Jesus’ mother will rely on it centuries later to interpret the angel’s oracle concerning the child in her womb. Jesus himself, at the darkest moment of his life, will reach backwards to the Psalms to articulate his confusion and grief, giving us a prime example of how the Psalms function to give us, 2000 years later, an authentic voice.

For many Christians, the poetry of the Psalms is seen as an arcane literary form, inaccessible and anachronistic. We have left the Psalms to the experts, and thus have lost an essential tool for articulating our own grief, praise, doubt and faith, and for hearing God reply with fresh words meant just for us.

I had lost the Psalms. They were boring and unintelligible except for a few isolated verses here and there.  Then my pastor, now my friend, gave them back to me and I haven’t been the same since. The Psalms have taught me to speak true, to sing sour, to lament and grieve, to hold the tensions of my Christian faith and allow others to do the same.

I hope to share with you some of my journey. I wrote it all into a book that is going to be published this summer, and I hope to share pieces of it here. Mostly I hope to be a place where conversation can happen, where faith doubts and hopes. I’m mostly hoping that as I share my interior travels, you’ll want to share some of yours — the stories and sacred poems that can tell the rest of us who you are and what your life means today.