H ey Everyone,
This week has been like a strain of music, one that keeps repeating itself in slight variations; different enough to keep it from being monotonous, but also familiar enough that I recognize it over and over.
If I could put those strains into simple words it would be…
So maybe I am crazy, but perhaps you will see and hear those words in some of these treasures I have found to share with you.As always if you are new to Untold Stories, please check the About This Site tab up in the menu above. There you will find my story, information about the purpose and spirit behind these Townhall posts, and more!
Lets get started:
Sermons that Spoke to Me:
We get drawn into a familiar way of thinking easily enough. Maybe we’re praised for simple acts of goodness when we’re young, but the praise itself is what feels good. So we learn to do whatever it takes to get it. We learn to run faster, look prettier, make better grades, take bigger risks, say clever things… And what we may realize at some point is that we’ve forgotten who we are and what we really love. We’ve somehow become little more than our own marketing departments or personal press secretaries. We start to believe we can get even the guy on the subway platform to give us his nod of approval, because we’ve been learning all our lives how to guess what he wants. But in the process, we may have lost touch with part of ourselves, maybe even with our own deepest wants, joys, needs, and wounds.
This sermon challenged me again to remember how often I want to take my life, to take what people see, know, and expect of me and somehow come up with a perfect Kallie that addresses each of those expectations. I have a really hard time admitting to my imperfections and my mess. Vulnerability as much as love it scares the living daylights out of me, even with MY PEOPLE, because I feel so open and exposed to uncontrollable risk.
It doesn’t matter what kind of soil you are. God doesn’t care, either. Because God is the sower. And God doesn’t stop sowing the seeds of divine love because the soil isn’t perfect. Rather God is busy sowing indiscriminately, irresponsibly, irrationally. This parable is a reminder that it doesn’t matter if your faith is dried up, withered, and dead. God is still sowing love, and always will. God is the relentless and lavish sower.
This sermon made me cry. It has been a long season, where I have had to take sermons and scripture in very small doses, because often they would just make me angry or set off another exhausting round of questions. This one met me right in the midst of that, and challenged me to look at the Parable of the Sower in a way I had never considered. It’s beautiful. Please read it.
Articles and Posts that Touched Me:
And yet, even in the statements of evangelical leaders ardently opposed to same-sex marriage, there is a new tone of uncertainty.
This post gives some history on where things have been developing, and where we are at now. It’s an interesting read.
To not know is human. It’s where we all begin. There’s nothing shameful or wrong about not knowing where you stand on same-sex relationships. …If you do know, if you’re in a place of peace with your convictions, then as a leader, you have a responsibility to come out. You don’t get to withhold. That’s the burden of being a leader.
If you don’t know yet, then say that.
I really appreciate Ben Moberg’s writing and voice. He has taught me so much, and not just on learning how to love and understand the LGTBQ community, but also so much on faith and life. I always appreciate reading his work, and was excited Rachel Held Evans had him do a guest post on this important topic. I loved what he had to say on the topic, and especially that he extended grace to people like me who needed time to figure out what I believed and where exactly I stood on this issue. Once I did come to peace with it though, I never wanted to let my fear of having that hard conversation hide the convictions I had arrived at. I wrote a little about that journey and where I am with it here.
Every girl must decide whether to obey the shhhhh of the whispering world or the SPEAK of her own beating, caged heart.
Glennon did it again. There are no words to really describe it, this post is just simply beautiful.
Yes, I realize that not all men are dangerous. Yes, I realize that men are victims of violence, too. Yes, I realize that I’m not always in harm’s way. But when women speak up about our experiences–like we have been with this #yesallwomen hashtag campaign–it’s not helpful to get defensive, or to point out exceptions, or to tell us that our fears are unfounded. It IS helpful to listen and then to create change: to pushback on how we think and talk about women in our culture, to change how we investigate and prosecute violence in ways that do not demean or cause further trauma, to teach our children what is appropriate and affirming and respectful and what is not.
I really appreciated this post and it’s take on the #yesallwomen campaign. I especially identified with her fearful thought process, as yes I have been that woman driving, parking, walking to my house, and even inside my house. Being afraid of rape, attack, men, and the dark are fears I have lived with for a long time. Thankfully I have found ways of fighting them, and they do not control me to the same extent that they did when I was a teenager and young girl in college. However, I am not impervious to them, and fear in all shapes and sizes is often still a daily struggle. Admitting to them and having people around me that I can talk about them with has been what has helped the most lately.
How easy is it to let the negative messages about our voices, our bodies, and our passions stick to us like hard water on a bathtub? Sometimes it’s not even noticeable for a while, but by the time one does take note, a hefty amount of scrubbing is required to discard the layers.
I can’t imagine not having a SHELOVES post in the Townhall, as they are always so good. These women are writers with words for my heart and soul. This one especially spoke to me again about the voices and fears I fight in my head, and learning to simply believe that I am enough.
When someone else is having a crisis, some people bring food, some people sit and cry. I clean. …
There’s something about your body being busy, but your mind being calm that’s very healing. And at the end of the task, you’ve accomplished something. It’s sort of a win/win for the organized personality.
Remember how I talked about how hard it is for me to admit to my mess (did I mention that word keeps coming up)… well this post, even in its simple truths, reminded me yet again. I am also one to clean whenever the hubs is gone (which is rather frequent given his military occupation). I swear, everything gets so nice and organized, and its easy to keep it that way. But then he comes home, I get safe and comfortable again, I am happy and there are days like today… like this week…. like this past month… where cleaning and organization take the back seat, motivation drops off the face of the earth, and I struggle with finding some kind of system or schedule that would produce that same energy and motivation that being alone creates. Maybe someday I will get this figured out.
Videos that Captured Me:
Sherry Turkle: Connected, but Alone?
How do you get from connection to isolation? You end up isolated if you don’t cultivate the capacity for solitude, the ability to be separate, to gather yourself. Solitude is where you find yourself so that you can reach out to other people and form real attachments. When we don’t have the capacity for solitude, we turn to other people in order to feel less anxious or in order to feel alive. When this happens, we’re not able to appreciate who they are. It’s as though we’re using them as spare partsto support our fragile sense of self. We slip into thinking that always being connected is going to make us feel less alone. But we’re at risk, because actually it’s the opposite that’s true. If we’re not able to be alone, we’re going to be more lonely.
So just above I mentioned how being alone often motivates me really well — well this talk challenged me to my core this week. It is powerful. It challenged me to look at how much I let technology rule my life. It challenged me to be more aware of how and when and why I use it. It challenged me to resist the urge to use it in such a way that it gives me a masked feeling of control, by how I can edit and produce the exact picture I want to present. So much easier said then done.
Colbie Caillat – “Try”
Take your make up off
Let your hair down
Take a breath
Look into the mirror, at yourself
Don’t you like you?
Cause I like you
For every woman and girl out there, watch this, sing this, live this, BELIEVE this!
Ok now its your turn!
- What’s been on your heart this week? Have you written anything? Link to it below!
- What have you found around the blogosphere this week? Anyone else’s voice out there that you want to share?
- What did you like above? What spoke to you?