Articles about how spiritual trauma damages our faith and how we can help one another to restore or find a new faith.
As we gear up for Pride 2018, here’s a look back on what was happening in my life 25 years ago, in 1993. On April 25th, 1993 I was in Washington, D.C. for The March on Washington for Lesbian, Gay and Bi Equal Rights and Liberation.
Exploring what a Faith that acknowledges spiritual trauma looks like for me.
How spiritual trauma shaped my understanding of God and the people of God, and how I found G.O.D. in a Group Of Drunks.
How I lost the faith of my childhood when I couldn’t reconcile my life experiences with the faith stories told in church.
I made a decision to cross over from believing only in suffering and death, to instead believing that life is meant to be lived in partnership with God, both the somewhat abstract and non-embodied God that lives in the space between breaths and the God whose people shared their love with me through their quiet, steadfast presence alongside me.