Sense

What if the story
I’d been telling
Myself
All this time
Wasn’t true

What if I survived
By pretending
I wasn’t
Real

What if I buried
Truth
Like a dog
With a bone

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For Self Avowed Practicing Presbyterians

Trigger warning for stupid church politics.

I apologize for this small departure into the politics of church abuse to rant about shenanigans in a church I no longer claim, but apparently haven’t gotten free from. This lovely blog entry got to me this morning, when I should have been doing something else — which is maybe one of those signs it’s still an abusive relationship for me. This is a slightly expanded version of my comment there.

I’m a Calvinist by birthright, for better or worse. My copy of his Institutes has my mother’s maiden name in it. I was baptized Christian Reformed, for those of you who know what that is. Confirmed and ordained an elder in the Presbyterian Church (USA). I came out as queer and later trans while an active member of a PCUSA congregation.

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