I used to think following God meant following a list of rules.
Then after I began deconstructing, I thought being progressive was about following another set of rules.
And I followed these rules almost perfectly. Yet, it all felt incomplete.
Rules are about fitting into a mold. And God—The God of love, justice, and peace—Isn‘t interested in molds and regulations.
That God is interested in turning us into fools.
And the more I followed the God of Holy fools, the more I found myself falling away from what I SHOULD do, SHOULD read, SHOULD think . . .
And instead dancing under the full moon, celebrating the rich joys of life.
I fell into erotic foolery, and it was there I met God.
In my opinion, the way we do God-talk has taken us away from being fools and has thrown us into silly antics of being “experts,“ having “studied that,” and knowing about “a book on that topic.”
If you want to understand, liberation theology talk to an unhoused person with a drug addiction.
God and racial justice? Sit in the back of a BLM meeting and say nothing.
Explore Theology of play by making silly faces with a five-year-old, or my favorite, go to the mall and try on ball gowns.
Take a break from the Ivory tower of Babble and start rolling around in the grass of Eden.
Because it is there RIGHT THERE that Love, Justice, and Joy is dwelling.