August 27, 2015
I was in middle school in the late nineties when the word “poser” was very popular. A poser was someone who tried to be someone they were not. There is a part of me that never has outgrown the little thirteen year old girl inside and so let this be a full circle moment where I annouce to the entire world that, “I am a poser!” I am currently posing as one of those hip pastors who knows how to wax poetic and theologically about the events of the world on social media. Sometimes I think what I say is so good that I’m like a modern day prophet Isaiah. On the other hand there are many days when my doubts and frustrations with our seemingly inability to actually bring the kingdom of God to earth has me void of words and usually leads me to a pint of Ben and Jerry’s and a period of 90’s Spotify Radio to tune out the world. In the event that I do have something to say, let this be that space. And in the event that I want to reminisce on childhood nostalgia this might also be the place. For both of those people are me. So, let the games begin…