
I wish that it didn’t take something like my dad’s passing to light the fire under my butt to start a blog, but I guess that’s the human way. This blog was a long time coming and The Roofless Church is way overdue. Before getting in too deep, I’ll explain the idea behind The Roofless Church. Basically, The Roofless Church is the house of all God’s Children. It’s a place within each of us where we are free to admit that God doesn’t make mistakes and therefore each of us is as perfect as we were intended to be. There’s no judgment here and there’s no guilt. Here, that which unites us eclipses any thought that we are less than One People.
All my life I have struggled to reconcile the thoughts that we use to reduce ourselves and others to less than Whole. In my efforts I have witnessed time and time again that people know who they are at their core. I hope that with this blog, we will create an ongoing dialogue that will serve to remind us that we are more than we can imagine and–to borrow from John Mayer–bigger than our bodies give us credit for. That’s why I am here for anyone that wants to see themselves through loving eyes.
Before my dad passed, I had started to forget the beauty in life. I was starting to think that life was going to work and coming home over and over until you retire and wait for the Reaper. I stopped paying attention to the little miracles that are a part of every moment. I guess if you hear people saying “same ol’ same ol’” enough times, that’s all you end up seeing too. But five minutes after my dad passed away, we received a reminder that has left an indelible mark on my brain–the morning paper was in the driveway with the words “STILL ALIVE” right across the front. It can’t get any clearer than that.
From that moment I decided that one way or the other I was not going to let myself forget to keep my eyes open for those reminders that life is a continuous string of miracles. We are not forsaken here. We are worthy of all the love in the world. That is all of our inheritance.
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