Thank You, Neland Avenue
I am grateful to be a daughter of Neland Avenue Christian Reformed Church because it matters still, to see so many people who care about the things that so deeply trouble me in the world and in the church.
I am grateful to be a daughter of Neland Avenue Christian Reformed Church because it matters still, to see so many people who care about the things that so deeply trouble me in the world and in the church.
If we are not committed to friendship, if we do not grieve and fight and ask questions alongside them, then we are the church but hardly a community.
I placed sex firmly in the “bad” category, to be retrieved only after I walked down an elusive aisle to a man I probably wouldn’t meet for at least a decade.
When it comes to a moment like the one in which the CRC finds itself, semantics matter.
So many artists reach for religious imagery to explain the height of their experience with a beloved.
I often wonder what would’ve happened if I’d had that wedding night, one weighed down by the expectations of a brand of purity culture that left little room for alternatives to PIV sex.
Sex was evil until it was not, and then it was amazing even when it wasn’t.
My obsession with that unattainable purity led me to fear the only vessel I was given to experience this world.
Don’t you want it so so bad? Aren’t you willing to do the right things so you get to have it? Isn’t not having sex awful?
Regardless of how much I studied, read, and prayed, I would never be permitted to preach in front of a congregation.