So far, ordinary time has not been ordinary at all, but that’s usually true in my life anyway. My spirituality is anything but ordinary, and I have this uncanny ability to do absolutely everything the wrong way, and yet it seems that for me and my relationship with Jesus, the order of things is the correct order for me.
When mental illness goes to church, what does that look like? Today’s sermon was about vulnerability, so this is us being vulnerable. My priest knows she is pastoring multiple personalities, but not everyone else knows we exist. At home before the service: Surely there is something that we can wear, Rose says as she dumpsContinue reading “even in church we (attempt to) hide”