Where Does One Begin?

Starting a new blog is kind of a big deal. Not in the all-too-confident Ron Burgundy kind of way. No, this feels more like the first day of school. The first day of high school for that matter. You know what I mean – when you spend the entire night before school starts, thinking about what you’re going to wear, hyperventilating about the very real possibility of not finding your locker, and then when you do, potentially getting shoved into it by a ruthless upper class jock. Yeah… that’s how it feels with this first post on my new blog.

Except, I never really worried about finding or not finding my locker, nor was I ever scared of upper class punks. (I may have been slightly dramatic with that opening description.) Maybe writing this initial post doesn’t feel anything like the first day of high school after all.

The truth is, I feel quite cozy here. And I’m excited to share this space with you. Yet I find myself asking, Where do I begin???

I think I’ll start rather generically. Let us commence this confetti party with some vision casting.

FIRST…. I really hope for this to be a space where I can offer encouragement and you, dear reader, feel free to receive.

In my 20’s I was many things, not least of which a high school girls cross-country coach. I thrived in this role. Turns out, coaching is just what I do. I love (I mean, seriously love) encouraging people in whatever it is they’re about. I’m a huge fan of the peeps in my life. They’re doing insanely amazing things. Allow me to brag for one hot minute about the many precious “My’s” – My nieces are volleyball champs, musical geniuses, brainiacs, and side-splitting comedians. My nephews are farm boy studs, wildly imaginative, unruly and some of my favorite buddies. My mom and sisters are insanely creative in a plethora of ways. My dad(s) are heroic. My girlfriends are the most amazing women I know (we’re like Jem and the Holograms, but way cooler.).  My students, oh gosh. I’m so proud of them. I could go on and on. Cheering others along this grand adventure called life, well it’s just in my blood. And so, one part of the vision for this space is to extend encouragement. High-fives all around…

SECOND…I also envision this space to be a musing ground for theological curiosities.

I am a professor of theology, so matters of faith are always on my mind. I’d like to dialogue with you about eschatology. And when we do I’ll interact a bunch with Jurgen Moltmann. Because, well, it’s Moltmann. Then we’ll talk about the Kingdom and I’ll engage with Greg Boyd. Because, it’s GB and GB’s my theology Miyagi. And I’m sure we’ll discuss eco-ethics, pneumatology, mysticism, etc. and I’ll engage with the ladies. Because, well, the BASM (shorthand for Bad Ass Spiritual Mamas) have a pulse on spiritual matters in a different way than the desert fathers.

THIRD…We’ll also do some serious girl talk.

Because I’ve found over the years, that if you really want an experience with Jesus you go to the margins. And for far too long women have been on the outskirts of society. And yet, we persevere. Our battle in the margins has trained us as the guides. It was, after all, the women who first discovered that not even the grave could hold Jesus, and then went on to become the first to proclaim the resurrection. It was, after all, a woman who wasted costly perfume by anointing the feet of Jesus because she understood that Jesus was about to die. It was, after all, a woman who was brave enough to crawl through the crowds on hands and knees and boldly beg for healing. It was, after all, a woman who  rose to the adventure of discipleship during a time when such a vocation was reserved for men. It was, after all, a woman who courageously lived into the vulnerable state of being known and, from the place of being known she left her shame behind by racing into the town to preach about a man who knew everything about her. So, yeah, we’ll be doing some girl talkin’.

FOURTH… My hope is that I’ll be able to faithfully keep theory and praxis wed together.

When we talk theory, we’ll also talk praxis. When we talk about eschatology, we’ll dream about what this looks like in the day-to-day. When we talk about prayer, we’ll break down its Kingdom-Bringing power into bite size pieces. When we talk about atonement, we’ll spur one another on to live into the new creations that we already are. Theory and Praxis, baby. It’s the best combination since nachos and hot sauce. Or something like that anyway. We’ll talk theory and we’ll get practical.

LAST BUT NOT LEAST… I really hope to inspire you, dear reader, to choose whimsy. To dream big. To live courageously into this big beautiful life God has gifted to us. May we participate with hopeful hearts in the Kingdom that is ever coming to earth, just as it is in heaven.

This is my vision. A vision in process. We’ll see how it actually plays out. After 35 years of life I’ve concluded that my big dreams are often actualized quite differently than those which play so vividly in my heart.

I’m so glad you’re along to help guide this thing into all her whimsical glory.

4 thoughts on “Where Does One Begin?

  1. You’re pretty much a whimsy rockstar kind of a gal! Love ya bean! The blog is amazing. The Bruce’s and nephews part, well… I bawled! Love family! Live life! Love you! Go get em’. Your creativity has surpassed any “margins”.

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  2. As your middle child counter part I relish in coming in first to reply. Love love LOVE this! You have so much to offer this world it must get out there on a greater level. Now, next step ABR! (Always be recording) Get that genius out there sista. Now if you’ll excuse me, I need to refer to my dictionary to figure out some words and get back to Charlie Brown and the great pumpkin. Peace! ~Tilly

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