I am human. Join me. (Thoughts on faith, confession and writing)

Part two of … this.  A response.

You know it’s funny.  Several people responded to what I wrote today with what I found to be a slightly odd, or at least a surprising response to me.  Okay, odd isn’t fair.  They expressed concern.   You need to know something. If I have gotten to the place of putting my thoughts down, I have lived it — bled it — known each word like a friend.  I am on the other side enjoying the lesson, learning and knowing I am beloved.  The things I write while true still, are not cloaked about me oppressively.  

You see, no matter how many times I have to learn it — like the Israelites who were incredibly short sighted, foolish and distrusting of God, over and over — I do know I am a beloved child.  I do. Don’t worry so about me.

I read an interview with Anne Lamott, a writer that I adore.  When asked about her writing about her faith (since she’s “pretty outspoken, eccentric artist—a quality we love and admire in her. How does she successfully reconcile the perhaps stereotypical connotations of ‘Christian’ in this polarized day and age—when Christian in the political sense often means an extreme conservative—with her clearly open-minded, open-hearted point of view and way of living.”)

Oh yeah, that.  I can relate.

She said:

“That’s a complicated question. A good question. You do the best you can. A certain percentage of self-identified Christians think I am doomed and just fucked beyond all imagining because I don’t believe the Bible is the literal word of God. I’m a progressive Christian. I’m more of a liberation theology person.

My religious life, my life as a recovering alcoholic, my life as a writer, and life as a public person are the center of my life along with Sam and Jackson [Sam’s son].   People are going to think what they think. It’s called “another thing I have no control over.”

And when asked about her writing process she confessed unabashedly, “Right now I have prepublication jitters, mental illness, and distraction.”

Here is what I think, we are all simply human.  And in writing about our “walk” with faith, some are more honest than others.  I try to be crystal clear, yes even hopelessly honest. That’s my style, my voice, my path.  Sure, I hope one day to write out of a place of certainty.  Just when I wish for that, then I know that I don’t really hope for that.

I carry the scars of my life, not proudly — as if — but I am not ashamed of them either. I am a child of a raging man, who was verbally abusive and controlling.  That makes me different than a lot of kids who grew up with unconditional love and certainty.  I am an alcoholic (in recovery.)  It is a part of my dna and I will write about it.  I’m a compulsive, addictive person — whether it be to Facebook, or Farmville, or television shows like Stargate, watching episode after episode for hours — and I will never have all the answers for why I am like that.  I will never know complete release from that this side of heaven.  That’s what I think.  That much is absolutely certain. But this won’t sink me, it will push me.  Humble me.  Help me to know how much I need God, and the community of believers. And what I must do is be a person that is committed to the spiritual disciplines of prayer and study, to the humble place of making callouses on my knees, and to surrendering myself to service of others.

Daily, hourly.  Sometimes moment by moment, this sweet surrender admission of my broken places.  That’s me.

Reading the incredible words today from Enuma Okoro who said in an essay on faith and the writing life, written to people who seek her wisdom, she said:

“Engaging in the craft of creative writing is where they feel most alive and the means by which they feel most passionate about witnessing to “the things about which [they] have been instructed” (Luke 1:4 NRSV).  … These men and women seek counsel on discerning how writing can be ministry and where they might turn for support and encouragement in understanding how faith and writing intersect…

and she said later:

“Take the leap of faith and trust in your gift to proclaim God’s word in new ways.” I hope I can grow into the sort of mentor who recognizes the writing gift and call in others and boldly and daringly says to them, “Write for the love and power of words. Write for the love of God.””

So, dear friends know this. When I write about the pain of being an artist in the church, or of being a feminist in an evangelical church or the f-word being a dirty word, or my struggles to totally surrender to God’s absolute love, I am simply telling you that I bleed.  I am human. Won’t you join me?

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8 Comments Add yours

  1. Bill Dahl says:

    Melody…WOW!!! This is smoke from the heart…the human heart…thank you for your honesty and forthrightness…It’s terribly refreshing….I join you…I am with you…thanks for being real…human…

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    1. Melody says:

      bill, thanks for stopping. (honored) and commenting. and relating. it is good to be humans (who need Jesus every day, right?)

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  2. curious2 says:

    Yes, Melody – it most certainly is. Reading A.L.’s “Bird by Bird,” at the moment. Loving it. Would love to publish selections from your blog posts as articles in The Porpoise Diving Life monthly e-zine. Let your network know I am looking for other authors to publish their musings to a broad audience. Writing must be edgy, authentic, and for earthlings. Thank you for your voice Melody!!!

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    1. Melody says:

      Bill? curious2: I would love it if you published anything of mine. How do we make that happen? Email me at: melhhanson@yahoo.com As for the second, I can see to it.

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  3. Melody what a beautiful piece. Love the Anne Lamott quotes, too! She’s a fav of mine, as well. I love your blog, your honesty, and your take on faith. You are such a soul mate of mine. Sometimes I get behind reading other blogs I love, but then I go and catch up. I love catching up with yours. Heather

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    1. Melody says:

      thank you heather. it is certainly hard to first live life, then think and respond. write a blog or something. and on top of that follow others. hard to prioritize. even more so, because of all that i value your reading, following, and commenting. and that we share similarities. peace. melody

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  4. Yep, i love this. And appreciate it. I don’t think people like honestly, it destabilises them or perhaps brings out their own fears to the surface. But I will join you in being human! Sometimes I’m so honest about my fears, weaknesses, struggles, pain, confusions etc the list goes on but people don’t tend to like it. But I’m human. I, too, bleed. Thank you, Melody!

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