His Name Is John

Not really.

But after a long period of silence I feel like I should be coming back with something important to say.

But I don’t.
I have rambles.

I’ve been reading a lot, and enjoying the new Fat Chat feed. And also reading about Free Range Parenting and it seems like there’s a lot of overlap between the two.

Fat Shaming, and helicopter parenting both have a lot to do with fear and shame. And when I said so at breakfast, my husband said “shame is just fear, with baggage” and he’s probably on to something there, too. If nothing else, they have a whole lot of “won’t somebody pleeeeeease think of the children” and hand-wringing in common. And a ridiculous and ultimately doomed impulse to control EVERY. FREAKIN’. THING.

And I am tired of feeling backed into a corner by fear. Mine, or anyone else’s.

And I want my Church to have something to say about this.

There’s a line in this old Grace “for faith in a world where many walk in fear… we give you humble thanks, O Lord”.
So, how do I walk in less fear?

As a (putative, though still unemployed) leader in the Church, how do I even start this conversation?
Among my colleagues, between my age, my gender, and my employment status, I don’t exactly ooze authority.

But then, I don’t have much to lose, either.