Thanks to Nancy Hawthorn and her “Modern Day Flappers“– “a podcast dedicated to exploring women’s identities beyond traditional scripts,” for the rich discussion about embodiment and redemption (and lots of stuff in between). Click here to link to the Modern Day Flapper’s website. Click here to go right to iTunes for the podcast.
that’s the first thing
the bitter taste,
the wasting waste,
that is from your brush
is breath (read more)
I am just finishing up the first academic year of a three year collaboration with Vanderbilt Divinity School on bodies and healing. The blog post below, that is posted on the VDS Voices blog, shares some of what is emerging in our work together.
Surviving sexualized violence resonates with surviving violence of many kinds—especially violence that is personalized, violence that penetrates our flesh, our self-understanding, and our ability to connect with the world around us.
Survival skills are idiosyncratic, and they are often wise in ways we can only understand fleetingly. These survival skills can deaden and disconnect us. They can leave our nerve endings raw and exposed. And these survival skills permeate and help shape a world—a world that sometimes re-harms, sometimes supports, and oftentimes wants to move along as if everything is as it should be.
The ubiquity and idiosyncrasy of these survival skills means that anyone can be triggered by anything at any time. This statement may be jarring. (click here for the full post)
And excerpt of my latest post on the Feminism and Religion website:
Feeling safe again is often the healing and elusive aspiration of a person like me.
I have been living with the deep and cellular residuum of sexual trauma for most of my life—over thirty of my going-on forty-six years.
For many years, the grief and shame of losing my innocence cultivated an intense orientation to life’s doing. Safety for me back then was activity, noise, frenetic schedules, and a constant soundtrack to my life that meant I never had to be quiet with myself. Safety was in the predictable metrics of success that I could use to measure my self worth. I never had to stop and admit that I didn’t feel safe, ever. (Read full post)
Dear Mr. Goodell: My name is Marcia Mount Shoop. I am a theologian, author, Presbyterian minister, mother, and coach’s wife. I am also a rape and abuse survivor. I spent the first twelve years of my marriage as an NFL wife while my husband coached for four different teams. We are thankful for our time in the NFL even as there are lots of things I do not miss. One of those things that I don’t miss is something I still deal with: sexism. The difference is one of magnitude; in the NFL it’s all wrapped up in a glittery … Read the full post
The Gospel of John, Chapter 5, verses 1-9 is the text for this sermon preached on May 5, 2013 at Chapel in the Pines Presbyterian Church in Chapel Hill, NC. “Do you want to be made well?” Jesus’ question to the man on the mat waiting at the healing pool sounds almost rhetorical at first. “Do you want to be made well?” Jesus says. Thirty-eight years the man hovered near those healing waters, waiting for someone to help him, waiting for a way to make those last steps. For thirty-eight years he contemplated how to find healing. And he had tried–feebly, … Read the full post
On Valentine’s Day, February 14, all around the world people will be gathering to take a stand, to heal, and to speak out on violence against women. Chances are there is an event near you. Go to the One Billion Rising Website and find a way to participate. And watch this video if you want to be inspired!
I preached this sermon, JESUS, THE MISSING YEARS, on Luke 2:22-40, at Brownson Memorial Presbyterian Church in Southern Pines, NC on February 3, 2013. Jesus…. the missing years That’s how singer/songwriter John Prine starts his song by the same name. He tries to fill in the blanks of what happened with Jesus between his miraculous birth in Bethlehem and his violent death in Jerusalem. Prine isn’t alone in wanting to fill in the blanks about the things we don’t know when it comes to Jesus’ life. From the 2nd and 3rd century writers of texts we call today extra-canonical … Read the full post
Dear Politicians: My name is Marcia. I am 43 years old and I am a rape survivor. I am lots of other things, too: a mother, a pastor, a wife, a theologian. But most of all today, writing to all of you, I am a survivor. It’s been almost 30 years since I was raped and living with that part of who I am is an everyday challenge for me. Once I finally started telling the truth about what happened to me, a portal was opened for the stories of other survivors to move from silence to being heard in my presence—sometimes only by me, … Read the full post
The Dominque Strauss-Kahn case confirms what I already knew: the waters of justice rarely flow freely for victims of violence. “I am about to do a new thing… do you not perceive it…I give water in the wilderness and rivers in the desert.” ~from Isaiah 43 The news that the rape case against Dominque Strauss-Kahn will be dropped comes as no surprise to me. As a rape survivor I was not optimistic that such an affluent and influential man would come to justice. Even when I heard that other women were coming forward to tell of violent sexual encounters with … Read the full post