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Sophia Saturday: “bridge”

Burn your bridges!

Just like Sophia here, in one fell swoop I took an axe to the bridge and cut it. Instantly! Although the urge had been building up for a long time, the actual physical cutting of the bridge was rash, instantaneous and permanent.

I have no regrets.

There were two things I was separating myself from:

  1. Toxic Relationships: I had become hopelessly entangled in very unhealthy relationships. It was like I had a target on me for abuse. It was even worse than I thought. There were many people who felt it was their personal calling to keep me humble. Actually, some told me that. Each and every day welcomed new forms of criticism, judgment and condemnation. How much I was personally implicated in the creation of this climate for abuse I have yet to fully unravel. I had become so sick, breathing the air of abusiveness for so long, that perhaps I welcomed it and even invited it. This is not to excuse the abusers, but to recognize how codependent I’d become. In any case, I got to the point one night where I recognized it and immediately cut the bridge, separating myself from some very rude, nasty and even cruel relationships. I even blocked such people from this blog. I’ve never seen or heard from most of those people again.
  2. Toxic Culture: I wouldn’t claim that every church is like this, but too many are. The church culture I was a part of was very toxic. And I hear from people every day from across the denominational spectrum who share the same experience. Far too many people experience religious communities as poisonous, and that this is often actually an assumed aspect of religious communal life. This is why, on the other side of the chasm from Sophia, we can make out some individual forms, but they amalgamate into a harmful hoard. I honestly declare that too much of my experience of the church was destructive to me as a living, breathing person. I love the church and still believe that there must be a way to do church that is healthy and edifying to the person. There were moments I enjoyed that, but the general thrust was toxic. In one blow I ended it, separating myself from that culture. I have no intentions of going back into it. But I do have hopes of being engaged once again in the communal experiment… once I am healthy enough.

If you identify with what I’m talking about, then admit it, find your axe, and use it.

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Sophia is me wrestling

Sophia entangled in her own hair.

I want to apologize, but not really, for posting this Sophia image again, “Entangled”. Of all the Sophias, this one is the most emotional for me because it captures the messy struggle I’m presently engaged in.

I was recalling the Jacob story when he was wrestling with the angel. All the ingredients are there in that story to metaphorically illustrate my journey.

  1. It is in the darkness. Things have been very, very dark, grim and even spooky. The light at times has been non-existent.
  2. I am alone. There is no one here to help me. I have a wonderful wife and a few good friends, but no one can really comprehend the depths of the journey we take sometimes. It is beyond them because it is beyond you.
  3. A wrestling match ensues. The past few years has been some of the worst warfare I’ve ever experienced. I’ve gone through some pretty nasty things… like a devastating church split, being fired from an international and very public ministry, personal bankruptcy… but nothing compares to the severe battle I have been waging. And I can’t tell if it is evil or good. but it is certainly angelic in scale.
  4. I want a blessing. I don’t want all this to just be a waste. I don’t want to simply survive this ordeal. I will not let this go until I receive a blessing from it. I want to emerge from this conflict a better man, good and wise.

Whether they are my inner demons or angels, or whether they have been sent, I cannot tell. All I know is that I will prevail!

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new Sophia drawing “entangled”

Sophia entangled in her own hair.

Sophia represents my inner journey. Like Sophia, I used to think freedom was liberation from external forces trying to control me. Now I realize that the hardest battle for freedom is an interior one. Sophia is all tangled up in her own issues. But she is a determined young woman. She will achieve the freedom she so desperately desires. And that means me too!

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Sophia “entangled” in progress

Sophia entangled in her own hair.

This is my work in progress of Sophia getting entangled in her own hair. Originally she was entangled in vines, but it didn’t capture the emotion of what I wanted to express. Vines are external. Her own hair symbolizes her entanglement with her own issues. She is wrestling with herself, her own confusions, dismays, and Self.

She is going to find her way to freedom. She didn’t realize that her freedom means freedom not just from external forces, but internal ones as well.

I hope to finish her this weekend. I have a lot more hair to draw!

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Sophia in a hammock

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“Sophia Suspended”:

Oh my Sophia. My Beautiful. My Soul. My Wisdom.

Now I am suspended, like Sophia, between death and life. Something is at rest. But rest serves two purposes: it helps you recover from the previous day; it prepares you for the next.

What is next? I know death is behind me. I know I have left all that brought me down into the grave. But I am not yet fully alive. However, I have this strong intuition, this overwhelming sense, that there is life before me… just waiting.

I am like Lazarus, no longer dead but not yet alive, still bearing the residue of the smell of death, still wrapped in the grave-clothes that would hold me.

Please issue the command: “Unwrap him!” Please shout: “Arise!” Please pronounce the blessing: “Awaken, little girl!

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Sophia Saturday: “escape” there’s always a way out

Sophia escapes from being trapped.

There’s always a way out.

There have been many crucial times in my life when I have felt completely trapped. Those have been the most distressing times, depressing, hopeless and despairing. No matter which way I looked, I could see no light, find no door or window, detect no other alternatives.

Then suddenly, usually in a dream, a way is opened up to me. And in every case, this is what it looked like:

I am not trapped! Simple as that! I went to bed imprisoned. I woke up a free man. Nothing externally had changed. But internally everything changed.

Just like Sophia here, she discovers a route that has been there the whole time, right under her feet. All it took was an ounce of courage, determination and a little bit of planning to make her escape.

I would wake up from these dreams realizing that the greatest jailor of my entrapment was my own fear… my fear of making a difficult choice of walking away from my prison and its guardians and into my own liberated future.

I receive emails every day from people feeling trapped. I read their stories that are so similar to mine. Their fears are identical: the fear of unemployment; the fear of losing community, friends and even family; the fear of rejection; the fear of not being adequately educated or trained for a new life, vocation or job; the fear of losing their faith, backsliding, or even becoming an atheist; the fear of going crazy; the fear of the unknowable future; the fear of innumerable things.

As one who has experienced this many times and walked, I can testify that it can be done. I escaped. I am a free man.

You can do it.

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Sophia “Cave”

Sophia Cave

When I originally drew this image of of Sophia, some wondered if she was inside deciding whether or not to go out. That’s another part of the story, perhaps better captured in my drawing “Clearing”. I actually drew her standing outside before the entrance to the cave deciding whether or not to go in.

The cave often symbolizes the depths of our unconscious. It’s where the dark, mysterious and often frightening aspects of our personalities dwell. Since I left the church almost two years ago, I’ve almost felt forced to enter into my own cave to wrestle with my own unconsciousness. It has been dark. It has been mysterious. It has been frightening.

Religion often prevents us from submerging into the depths. Not always. But often. Religion either presents a a too negative, despairing and hopeless belief in human nature, or a too optimistic, positive and rosy one. If it is too negative then it provides a magical salvation from it, a means of escape, a denial of the facts, a miraculous rescue by a supernatural saviour. If it is too positive then it it also provides it’s own salvation, escape, denial, and rescue, but by the vehicle of our own thoughts and efforts.

Either way, we are prevented from really wrestling tooth and nail with the darker aspects and even the glorious aspects of our nature. We are told that we are never alone to fight our own battle with our own selves. But the truth is, in my opinion, that we are, in many ways, entirely on our own. It is our own personal project that we must accept.

The Cave represents, for me, the absolute necessity and immediate urgency of facing myself, to stop bullshitting, to quit avoiding the essential, and get to the real task of working out my own life with fear and trembling.

Enter the cave.

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