The arts bring people together in a way that I don’t see in many other areas. It’s rare that a group of people from very different backgrounds and ideologies join forces to accomplish something really good together; we tend to gravitate towards those who think and act like we do when we want to enact change.
The arts are different.
The arts are universal.
Most people speak that language, and it is a language that moves forces together towards the greater good.
Art Conspiracy is a perfect example of this. A group of very different people (a few of whom we are very privileged to know) volunteer their time to create something out of a board. Others then bid on these pieces in
a huge auction and proceeds from tickets and sales go to a deserving organization. It is a night that celebrates creativity, community, and charity, full of laughter, friends, good food, and a sense of belonging.
This gives me hope that we, as humans, can do good in spite of our penchant towards destruction. Seeing others give of their time and money to something good as a collective piece of humanity, working together to accomplish something far beyond what any one of them could do alone, that is beauty.
Sometimes when I feel like I’m drifting, trying to figure out who I am, I am grounded by the realization that there are real problems out there that are bigger than me and my existential crises, and there are constructive things that I can do within an area that I love to make a difference.
As you move through the next few days, I encourage you to do so mindfully. We have a chance both to mourn deeply and to find ways that we can individually and collectively be the hands and feet of God in whatever areas and whatever ways we choose.
And now these three remain: faith, hope and love….
To those who were a part of our church service this morning and contributed to our discussion on hope, thank you. Your desire for true change driven by love is apparent and encourages me to be both a change maker and a peacemaker.
When you move to a new place you never quite know how your transition will go. You don’t know how long the honeymoon period will last and you aren’t sure if moving to that place was a good choice. We experienced that when we move to Japan, and I had some of the same feelings when we moved here to Dallas.
It’s the little things that I notice that start to build, the transition so gradual I almost don’t realize it’s happening.
But one day I realized that I drove everywhere I needed to go without my GPS.
I have people over for dinner.
I invite other people that live here to events.
I sit in a room with people that were strangers three months ago and feel open enough to talk about my grandma and ugly cry on All Saints Day.
These are little moments, but those little moments add up and suddenly I realize that for now or for longer, this is my home.
I can’t lie and say I don’t miss Hiroshima, because I do, terribly. I can’t say I don’t miss Columbia and the people there. That kind of comes with the territory.
It’s nice to know, though, that no matter where we go, we can find a community and make a family.
Leaving is hard, moving is hard. But these cause a unique kind of growth that I am very grateful for.
Thank you for reading, there will be more updates soon on some of the things we’ve been doing here!
In our married life so far we haven’t really seen any deep ends that we haven’t wanted to jump into. Metaphorically of course.
So when we decided to go to Dallas, it didn’t seem that crazy, just another step in the weird timeline of our together life.
As per usual, it’s been far to long since I’ve written, and (as always) I’ll be attempting to improve my track record. There are a few reasons I think it’s gonna be different this time. Hold onto your hats folks, big changes ahead.
First of all, probably the biggest change is that we decided not to go to grad school. Due to changes in motivation for going and realizing how much it would actually cost, we decided that it wasn’t the best thing for us to do at this point in time. We’re starting to realize that DTS may have just been the impetus needed for getting us to Dallas in the first place, even if it wasn’t going to be a good long-term fit. For that we are grateful.
The other big thing is that neither one of us is working at a proper full time job. I had one for about a week at a really great company with really awesome people, but the hours were 10am-9pm pretty much every day and it did nothing to help my creativity or my marriage, so I quit.
I started hard core looking for music students and found a very sweet lady who runs a music school and needed teachers, so between that, other private lessons, and other freelance work, I have the semblance of a career. Adam is also teaching in various places, and so we are both basically doing music almost full time.
(Where are those music major jokes now, Dad?)
In the time since coming here, we’ve met some really cool people. We found a Japanese community, a ton of open mics with awesome musicians, and found places we are able to serve.
One of the places I’m especially excited about is Mosaic Family Services. They serve refugees and victims of trafficking and they need volunteer ESL teachers.
Oh hey that’s something I can do. Once my schedule with teaching is ironed out I’ll be able to go there regularly.
Jumping head first into the deep end is super scary.
We have had some nights where we look at each other and say “I have no idea what’s going to happen next.” or “How are we going to do this?” I can’t say everything just always works out with flowers and rainbows, and running after goals means making sacrifices in other ways (read: trolling craigslist for free furniture instead of just buying it at the department store and having it delivered straight to your house) and sometimes it’s hard not being around people and places that are familiar and beloved, but it’s definitely made us more flexible and more comfortable in uncertainty. I guess that’s not saying a ton for me, I still stress out over things I’m not sure about (I’m working on it) but it’s a lot less than it used to be.
So that was the short version of the story. At this point we have no idea what the future holds and we are okay with that. We are both investing a lot more time in music and creating, we plan on becoming more active on social media, and hopefully through all of this we can make the world a little more beautiful.
Thank you for reading, we have some exciting things in the future!
In case you were wondering, here is an update about our summer/a support letter in an attempt to raise money. So definitely if you don’t have money to give don’t worry, it’s not a requirement of reading this blog post. Also if you’re not at all interested in what we’re going to be doing this summer then probably don’t read this. But if either of those two things are what you want, then read on, dear friend!
Dear Friends and Family,
First of all, we’d like to thank you for all the support and love you’ve given us during our transition home. It’s been a busy month, but we’re slowly finding a new rhythm back in the US!
We want to start this by saying up front that this is a support letter. Don’t worry, we aren’t going bankrupt or anything.
In case you haven’t heard, we are working at Bethel Christian Camp this summer. Bethel is a non-profit, overnight children’s camp that specializes in serving children who would normally not get a camp experience. In fact, about 60% of the campers come here on scholarships of some kind. The camp is dedicated to paying the staff their full salaries each week, but any money that we can raise towards our salaries means money that camp can use for camper scholarships, camp facilities, and other resources.
We have both been very involved with this camp in the past, and the relationships that we have here have helped to shape us into the people we are today. We also love to see how kids are impacted by their time here. Because of this, we want to dedicate a summer to working here.
This summer, Adam will be the Head of Maintenance, and Lizbet will be the Head of the Waterfront. While these jobs are a little more removed from the campers, they play an important part in the smooth functioning of the camp. We also hope to interact with the kids who come as much as possible. We both love to hang out with campers and we want to love them well.
So what is the bottom line? Basically, Adam will be working for 7 weeks at $200 a week ($1,400 total). Lizbet will be working for 6 weeks at $150 a week ($900 total).
If you are interested in supporting us this summer, there are a few ways to do it! Any amount helps!
Donate online at http://www.bethelchristiancamp.org/frontpage/donations/summer-staff-support/ and make sure that you put in one of our names when you do it so that they can keep track of which of us is more popular! Just kidding, it’s for tax purposes.
Donate by mail via check. If you would like to do this, please email Lizbet at firstname.lastname@example.org so she can send you the proper information.
Pray for us. For real, we need it. Whether or not you are able to support us financially, emotional, mental and spiritual support is awesome as well. It’s going to be a great summer, but the days will be long and there will be days when we go to bed tired and drained. A little outside love is necessary!
Thank you so much for taking the time to read this letter. If you have any questions or just want to catch up, let us know! We appreciate your love.
Hello dear friends and readers, this is to let you know that Adam and I have, in fact, made it back to the US and are, in fact, still alive! Of course I’m sure you all knew that… but I wanted to mention that just in case there are any worriers out there.
The purpose of this is to give you all an update and (hopefully) get back into a somewhat regular posting schedule (like that was ever actually a thing).
WARNING: This post is all over the place. It is a rather quick summary of the past month and if that is something you already know about or don’t really care about this will probably be super boring. I won’t be offended if you don’t read it all (not that I’d know…).
We are currently situated in an RV out at a summer camp that we both plan on working at this summer. Adam will be head of maintenance, and I, if I pass lifeguard training, I will be head of the waterfront unless we can find someone who wants to do it more! I managed to purchase (with the help of the Kloot Bank interest free loan program) a ’97 Buick which means that Adam and I can once again move independently of each other (this is very helpful for our relationship!). I’ve also been doing a short internship for my dad in which I help him with various creative projects involving his work with soil.
On a more personal note, we got here and pretty much hit the ground running. We have had people to see and things to take care of. I finally feel like I’m catching up to life. I don’t enjoy living on the edge of insanity but I somehow find myself back there quite often. One of the questions I’ve been asked most is how I’m dealing with culture shock. The weird thing is that I’m not.
I don’t know if it’s because of my early start in jumping back and forth between countries, but I haven’t had any huge transitional crises, and nothing has felt too out of place.
That being said, there are plenty of things I miss about being in Hiroshima. The main part of that is the relationships we managed to build while we were there. We really like our Hiroshima friends. That part has been hard. I stink at long distance relationships, so I have to make an effort to actually keep up with people.
There are lots of other small things I miss, like 7-11 onigiri (rice balls) or bowing when I meet someone. Shaking hands feels natural, like riding a bike, but I definitely do a lot more head nodding than I used to.
While I miss Hiroshima, it has been great to be home. Things are strangely normal, and I’ve loved reconnecting with family and friends. I also became an auntie last month. My nephew is a cutie, and I hang out with him as much as I can!
This post was a little scattered, but I felt as though I had to put something out there eventually. There are definitely plans for quite a few more in the near future!
We are excited and sad all at once, and the list of things to do is pretty daunting. On top of that, Adam, in a move to save money, decided to get his wisdom teeth taken out here. What was supposed to be a thirty minute procedure has turned into two 2 1/2 hour sessions and a couple of days in the hospital for inpatient surgery. It turns out his teeth are just about as stubborn as he is.
As you may be able to imagine, all these little things can build up into a lot of stress. I keep thinking back to my long lost resolutions of feeling more peaceful and taking life as it comes.
I’ve known intellectually for a while that I can change my own response to life… the whole “respond instead of react” mantra and all of that. And I think I know how to do it. But I don’t always choose to do it.
I think I sometimes like relishing anger and frustration. There’s something so sickly sweet about it. Like candy that starts out too sugary, the more you have, the easier it starts to go down.
Anger begets anger. Peace begets peace.
It’s easy to be peaceful when everything is calm and you have zero stress. I think the true test is when everything around you is nutso. If you can be peaceful then, you know you’ve leveled up in life.
As for anger and chronic frustration, they can provide good conversation when you’ve run out of weather topics, but in the end they are toxic.
There’s a reason the Bible talks about not sleeping on your anger and having peace even in the rough times. These things completely change who you are as a person, even when the changes are so small you don’t realize they’re happening. In the end, it is all completely internal. People who have everything they want can be incredibly angry, while many with horrible circumstances know how to face them with peace. I’d rather choose peace.
Also, I have an exciting announcement! I’ve been working on a proper website and I’ve finally finished! If you have a few moments, please check out Wayfarist Media!
Facebook (or you can insert the name of basically any social media in its place) is one of those things that everyone else got before I did. My mom didn’t find it to be that necessary, and she didn’t love the idea of me sharing myself with the world before a certain age. Of course I found this so unfair, and when I finally did join, I immediately started adding people, uploading photos, and posting statuses that I thought were incredibly witty in order to catch up with my peers. I kept it up for about 7 years. It’s definitely addictive. I mean, who doesn’t love the rush of seeing the little notifications from likes and comments on something they posted? I know I do.
Before I launch into my tirade, I would like to note that I do enjoy Facebook, I use it regularly, and I find it very useful for keeping up with people and sharing things like photos and videos that I’ve made. But there came a point when I realized that
A. I couldn’t remember at least a quarter of the people who were on my newsfeed as I scrolled down and
B. Said scrolling was often done quite mindlessly with no real point or aim.
With that being said, here are 5 things that I am trying to pay attention to in regards to this platform.
Facebook completely changes relationships.
Remember how it used to be that if you wanted to stay friends with someone you had to work for it? Now there’s no need because there’s a little image that says “friends” and you can just leave it at that.
There’s no need to engage deeply with others. We can post a status about something going on in our lives and then let the likes roll in. True, there are people who post really kind, thoughtful comments on others’ statuses. But I know that frequently I was guilty of posting generic responses to things and they made it seem like I was invested with the minimal amount of work.
I want to be more thoughtful in how I interact with others both on and off the internet.
Facebook decreases productivity.
Do I even need to expand on this? How many times do we purposefully procrastinate or accidentally get distracted on Facebook or other social media?
When I sat down and actually reminded myself of fun things that I actually want to do or like doing (even more than Facebook. Crazy right?) the list is actually kind of long… practice music… learning new skills related to media.. studying Japanese… writing blog entries… just to name a few.
I’m actually a little ashamed of how many times I’ve chosen Facebook over something I wanted to do more because it was easier or more convenient at the time.
It’s amazing how we have the ability, time and time again, to choose things that are mediocre over things that are best, the things that we won’t remember tomorrow for the things that bring us true joy and fulfillment.
To combat this I downloaded an extension browser called WasteNoTime that blocks chosen sites after a certain amount of time and deleted the Facebook apps off my phone and iPad so I wouldn’t constantly see it and check it. It actually made a difference.
Facebook removes privacy.
This one is kind of scary. Anything that we do has the potential to end up on Facebook. There are a few statuses that I wish I could go back and un-post. The privacy settings are there for a reason, but my guess is that they are the most underused feature on the site. I don’t have anything to hide, but I don’t want having no privacy at all to become the norm. If others take for granted that they get to know everything about my life, what happens when I want to keep something for just myself or a few people?
Of course we all have the right to post whatever we want to and be as public as we want, but I’ve been challenged lately to think about why I am as public or private as I am with different things instead of thoughtlessly posting for the sake of it.
Facebook removes inhibitions and filters.
This ties in to the last point. With the click of a button, we can share exactly how we’re feeling at any moment. We don’t take time to think about what we post, we just do it based on what we feel is important at the moment. The problem is that what is important at the moment may not be so important later.
Unfortunately we have created a culture of overshare. I say this as a person who was a repeat offender. There was no thought behind my posts, just random things that I thought were little golden nuggets that everyone should know. When I posted everything I thought, it became easier for others to block me out, and when something really important happened, they were more likely to scroll past than take time to read.
Fortunately I’ve learned a little more discretion since then and try to actually think a little about what I post before I post it. You’re welcome everyone else.
Facebook encourages us to create a false persona.
As I have mentioned before, we often just see the sides of people they want us to see on Facebook. This pressures us to curate ourselves. We craft our profiles so that people see us with idyllic lives that they should envy. We build up walls so that others can only see what we want. This circles back to the idea of vulnerability. We can’t live in community the way we are built to if all people see of us is a Starbucks selfie and some sunset shots.
I have to ask myself, “Why are you posting this? Is this an honest picture of you?”
I don’t think Facebook is inherently bad. It has potential to go both ways. So why not invest in making it a positive tool that creates rich community where we can be more honest, less cringey, and better friends?
I’m a third culture kid. The basic definition of a TCK (as they are called for short) is someone who grows up in a country different from where their parents grew up. Of course, there are variations within this broad definition. I, for example, have parents from two different countries and have spent significant developmental portions of my life in their respective countries (Namibia and the USA, two very different places).
For me, this has resulted in chronic wanderlust, knowing from a young age which airplane food to avoid, and the ability to code-switch, resulting in the ability to make almost anyone feel comfortable even when I’m not.
From as young an age as I can remember, I have been saying goodbye to people. No matter where I’ve lived, there has always been someone somewhere else for me to miss. Grandparents, best friends, choirs, fellow students, you name it.
Because of the moving back and forth, I often struggled to identify myself,and had trouble with the question, “Where are you from?” Unless I gave a long, convoluted answer, I always felt like I was betraying a part of me by saying just one country or the other.
(Watching Mean Girls for the first time was really weird because for the whole first part I kept thinking “OH MY GOSH THAT’S ME.”)
Of course there are perks. I’ve had the chance of experiencing multiple rich cultures, and I’ve developed some amazing friendships. I’m also really comfortable traveling and going to new places; moving out of my comfort zone is no longer a big deal.
I have many years before me, and there is still so much wisdom out there for me to learn, but I wanted to share a few things I’ve picked up along the way. Maybe you can identify, or maybe you can’t. Maybe you know exactly what I’m talking about, or maybe this is completely new. Either way, I hope you enjoy commiserating or seeing things from a TCK’s perspective!
1. Don’t block people out just because you know you have to say goodbye.
This is one of the hardest things I’ve had to learn. I get attached to people really easily, and I have had many a wrenching goodbye with people who I wasn’t really able to stay in contact with. After realizing this trend, I was very tempted to just stop making deep relationships with people who I knew I’d have to leave eventually. I’m so glad I didn’t go through with that. The relationships I’ve made abroad have been some of the deepest and most fulfilling of my life.
If you move to a new place, even if you know it’s going to be temporary, seek out people whom you can really know, and who will challenge you to live as the best possible version of yourself. Find people you can be open and transparent with, and who make you feel safe. Then, when you leave that, you’ll have a real reason to miss it and a great reason to come back. You’ll know that your time was meaningful.
2. Stay in the moment.
Enjoy the time you have with the people that you are getting to know. I spent time pining for the places I wasn’t during a lot of my teenage years and, as a result, kind of missed out on relationships that I could have been developing. I’d spend a lot of time chatting online with people across the world and miss out on the people (and places) that were right there. Of course, keeping up relationships is important (I really like writing letters in case you were wondering), but nothing replaces the face-to-face time.
3. Your country is not your identity.
As I mentioned before, I used to struggle a lot with my identity and figuring out who I was. I was so happy to hear the term “TCK” and that I fit into it, but that sometimes requires almost as much of a convoluted answer as answering where I’m from.
These days, I’ve become a lot more comfortable with the idea of just being “Lizbet.” That is me. Part of being Lizbet is that I am half and half, but as a unique individual I do not represent either one of those countries. Now, when people ask where I’m from, I often say “America” since that’s the easiest, and let them discover my background after they get to know me a little more.
4. People are going to stereotype.
Something that goes along with the above statement is that, while I am a unique individual, I will still be stereotyped. It happens to everyone no matter where they go. In Namibia, people would see me as the “crazy American” (not so much to do with the fact that I’m in general a little weird, more that Americans are seen as a little crazy). In America, people would ask if I saw lions when I woke up in the morning or if my father is black. In Japan, well, that’s a whole different kettle of fish.
All of that to say, you can take for granted that you will be judged or stereotyped. Heck, we generally make assumptions about a person within the first few seconds after we meet them. That’s not exactly the same thing, I know. I do know that we, as humans, like to categorize. I have no good solution for this. Just expect that it will probably happen, especially if you travel.
5. It’s okay to let go.
This one is the most difficult for me. Quick science break: Dunbar’s number.
According to this guy, Dunbar, our brains can only hold a particular number of people that we can have stable social relationships with. This number is thought to be around 150. That means that I can’t be bffs with everyone that I ever become friends with.
There are going to be people with whom you have deep relationships for your whole life. There will also be people that you get close to, share your life with, and then leave and only see every couple of years or never again.
That’s a really difficult truth to swallow because I really like holding on to people.
College is a great example of this. I feel like my time in college was very formative. I laughed and cried with my fellow students and we got through some tough times together. I only consistently talk to a few of them now. That doesn’t make us terrible people. It actually relates a lot to number 2. If you are in a different place in life from your best friend in middle school, that’s okay. That’s normal. They have people the people that they need to invest in for this time in their life, and so do you. If your paths end up crossing and you can kick things right back into how they were before, then that’s awesome.
But if you aren’t able to stay close to every person you’ve grown close to, don’t be afraid to let go of that and know that if it was a really good friendship, you will probably naturally drift back together throughout the rest of your life.
This post ended up being a lot longer than I originally planned. If you made it this far, congratulations, and thanks for reading. Of course, all of these things are my own perspective, your experience could have been completely different. If it was, I’m really interested in hearing about it! Please shoot me a message or comment below.
I love where I am now, and even though not everything has been easy, all my experiences have been integral to who I am now. I feel like I’ve grown in ways that would never have been possible without some of the rough experiences that come with moving and changing, and I am forever grateful for them.
Recently, I have been asking myself the age-old question that we start asking our kids almost as soon as they can put together a sentence:
What do you want to be when you grow up?
From the earliest moment possible, we are inundated with this idea that we have one path to go on and we had best figure out where it’s going so that we can stay ahead of (or, at least, not get too far behind) everyone else (who we are given the impression have figured out their paths by 1st grade). So how do I even begin to answer this question? Well, there’s always the really awesome answer from this kid
“I want to be happy.”
I love that.
Of course, I am not under the illusion that life is full of rainbows and unicorns, and I think that tough times produce growth that happiness never can, but that doesn’t mean a girl can’t dream a little.
So back to the question, what do I want to be? I’m going to reframe it a bit.
What do you want to do?
I still find myself stuck. I have general ideas.
Working with people
These are the kinds of things I want involved, but what that actually looks like, I have no idea.
Recently, I’ve been intrigued by the concept “Lifestyle Business.” I first heard the term when reading some (really cool) stuff by Idahosa Ness, a guy who chose what type of lifestyle he wanted (traveling and language learning), then built his career around it. I did more digging and found this to be a growing trend. There are even people who have lifestyle businesses built around helping others create their own lifestyle businesses.
We tend to view our careers as things that we build up to, that make us “grown-up,” that we spend the first parts of our lives preparing for and the rest of our lives doing. We give them so much importance, even when we end up doing things that we don’t necessarily love.
Because of this, I think many people who haven’t yet found their “career” feel like they can’t really start living.
When did it become not okay to just rest in not knowing, in uncertainty?
There are people who have found a career that they really love, and that then becomes a really positive part of their lives.
Then there are those (like me) who are doing a job and, in our spare time, building up lives that feel like shells of what we really want to be doing. I spend so much time at my job and that scares me a little, because there are other really important things that I want to do that take a lot of time, too (not that teaching isn’t important. I am extremely grateful for those who are passionate about teaching and want make a career out of it. I am not one of those people.)
This idea of creating some type of lifestyle business is still a brand new hatchling idea, so I am still trying to think about things that I could actually do or have to offer. But I love that my lifestyle could be controlling my career, and not vice versa.
All of that to say, if you still aren’t sure what you want to “do” when you grow up, be encouraged. You’re not the only one. And maybe, just maybe, that’s okay.
Humans never cease to amaze me. There are the really awesome things that humans do, but there is one trend that I have noticed that goes across all races, religions, and countries.
This is our ability to be completely and irrevocably horrible to each other.
Whether it’s war or trolling around online or decimating the environment, we humans (and I say “we” because I believe that everyone has the capacity to be horrible) have found ways to destroy and tear apart every good and beautiful thing in some way. Even not doing anything can lead to being passively horrible. I often buy food and clothes from places that don’t give guarantees on being eco-friendly or fair trade. In my own ways, I am contributing to the problems. So what the heck can I do about it?
Here is something that I have been personally challenged on lately, and I think it relates a lot to this human horribleness. You’ll see why at the end.
I am not good at transparency. This is one of my biggest weaknesses. I love for people to think that I’m really awesome, but don’t want them to see the mess that comes with who I am. I don’t want to give people the full package, because I’m afraid of what others will think when they know I’m not perfect. I’ve been challenged a whole bunch by Adam since we’ve gotten married, and more recently by various things I’ve read and podcasts I’ve listened to, specifically from The Bad Christian Podcast.
(Side note, no matter your religious affiliation or lack thereof, if you want some thought provoking listening material, I highly recommend these guys. Except for if you’re offended by more… um… colorful language then probably avoid it.)
So this desire to look perfect has gone so far that I don’t often recognize how it affects me. One small example, I’ve recently found myself looking back on a situation and realizing that, on the fly, I just changed something I said a little to put myself in a better light. It occurred to me that these little white lies probably did nothing to improve the people’s opinions of me, but I was so concerned with saving face that I didn’t think twice about stretching the truth.
On becoming aware of that, it really hit me how much of a problem this is. If I can’t be transparent, I can’t develop those deep, essential relationships necessary to being human.
Ironically, I’ve become much more transparent on things that are probably larger issues. Those are the big battles, the ones I fought hard to win and (with a lot of grace and love from God and other people) can generally see rearing up when they happen so that I can knock them back down before they cause too much damage.
The places where I struggle now are in the little skirmishes, the small things, the making excuses to avoid taking responsibility, the defensiveness when I feel I’m under attack. Why, when I’ve fought and won bigger battles, are these so difficult for me? I think it’s because little daily things force me to look at myself and realize that I am in fact not perfect and won’t ever get to that point. The problem with those daily things is that, well, they happen every day. The big battles are farther in between, if I didn’t have the little ones I could trick myself into thinking that I’m better than I am which leads back into a lack of transparency to preserve the image, etc. etc. etc.
So how does this transparency tie in to people being horrible? There are a couple of reasons.
First, if we can all just admit that everyone is messed up in some way, I believe that we will find so much more grace and forgiveness for other people in our lives. Instead of holding them up to unrealistic ideals and standards, we can say “Hey, you’re a horrible human, I’m a horrible human, let’s try to be better together and not just pretend that we don’t have any problems.”
Second, if we can admit to ourselves that we are messed up, maybe this will allow us to stop trying so hard to be perfect, and instead allow ourselves to really live well. Not being perfect gives us a sweet freedom to make mistakes and, when we are in communities of transparent people, we can talk about our issues without shame. Isn’t bringing our problems into the light the best way to combat them, after all?
Third, having transparency in our relationships and communities is an incredible sort of glue. Transparency leads to rich interactions which not only build us up as individuals, but they create community, even among people who have completely different beliefs from each other. When our motivations change from “I must preserve my image and therefore fight for every little thing that I stand for or else risk ruining the opinion that others have of me” to “I really want to love this person well,” it’s amazing how much stress we take off our own shoulders.
Then, when we as united communities come across horrible humans who aren’t interested in becoming less horrible, we can encourage each other and stand up for each other instead of letting those individuals pick us off one by one. We, as a community, have the opportunity to stand together and actually make a difference.
Okay, last thing. This one is especially to the Christians reading this post.*start rant* One thing that is reiterated over and over on the Bad Christian Podcast is that if we believe that Jesus is powerful, then our being transparent and letting others see that we are messed up is not going to make other people say, “I don’t want to be a Christian now.” Can we just be real and let Jesus do what He came to do? *end rant*
All of that being said, I know I still have a little (a lotta) ways to go in this whole endeavor. But admitting is the first step, right?
If you are interested in the idea of what it is to be human (especially the not pretty side) take a moment and check out my band’s EP, Willfully Human. It explores a lot of these types of ideas and how we, as humans, often act in spite of our best intentions.