Working is a motherfucker. It had been so long since I had a real job, I forgot just how time consuming it can be. It’s weird, after being a stay-at-home-mom for so many years, to be back out in the working world. The excitement of going to work every day and meeting new people and getting a paycheck has not worn off yet. Maybe it never will; who knows? Sadly though, it keeps me from writing and I do miss that. I woke up this morning at 4, with words spinning in my head, so I grabbed my laptop and started in. It felt good–familiar. Next stop, my good old Blinder’s Off Blog. Hello friend.
So here I am and I’m really going to try and post more. There’s so much I want to write about, but Christianity, church, religion–well, they never stop providing fodder for me.
There’s been a lot in the news about Mark Driscoll, the pastor of some Mars Hill in Seattle. I do believe I “prophesied” this in one of my posts, but he’s going down in a blaze of glory. It’s been difficult, because it brings up a bunch of painful memories for me, as it does with so many others as well. What happened to Mars Hill is so reminiscent of what happened at my old church, although on a much smaller scale. The narcissism of the leader, the toady elders, the shaming and silencing of the church members, is practically identical and that is what is especially painful to me, even to this day.
I think that I need to write about it. I know, I’ve said that before, but now with so much being said about all the silencing that takes place within the church and the damage it causes, I feel now may be the time.
I do also have some more songs I want to post, so hopefully I can do that soon as well. For now, google Mars Hill and Mark Driscoll and his alleged demise, but if you have experienced this type of situation personally, I recommend a big glass of wine first… or vodka. Stay tuned.