About
I was raised a poor black child …
Whoops … that’s another person’s life story and fictional too boot. Okay.
I was raised in a home that didn’t really believe in the existence of God or the need for the supernatural. My mother is more than likely a deist (at best) and my father is an atheist. My brothers are … well, my guess is they don’t really think about such things very often, if at all. They are much more prosaic than I and always have been.
I don’t remember a time when I wasn’t curious about the things of God. But I finally found His home when I was about 30 after LightHusband and I moved next door to an EFree pastor and his young family. The pastor made a deal with us; he’d mow our postage stamp lawn, if we’d store his lawnmower in our unfinished basement. His was finished you see and he had nowhere to store his lawnmower. Out of that friendship grew a trust and ability to ask questions about who God is and how S/He reveals himself to us.
It’s been quite a journey since that time and I’ll add to that here as time goes on. But I’m an oddity in the Christian world … someone who wasn’t raised in the church. I can count on one hand the number of times I was in church for worship before I was 30 years old. And, yes, I thought communion was snacks for a long time. Who knew?
I think that perspective means that I’ve never known a time during my journey when I was not missional. In part it was because of my induction into the Evangelical Free church, and in part it was because of how I came to the beginning of the journey.
I’m excited about this space. I’m looking forward to see it grow and serve its purpose … which I see in the following: Missional Tribe functions as a collaborative space to gather stories, generate supportive community and provide leadership from behind for the people who are eating, living and breathing the praxis of missional lives. It’s a place for sharing nitty-gritty, not arguing over polished theory.
