My weekly blog Honey for the Apocalypse is a response to the pain we carry and the connection we seek. This world sure can toss a sting, swelling and itching into the discomfort of how humans can collectively fail each other. Yet, when we gather together, hum and sing and work tiny revolutions of collective care, we make sweet, sweet honey.
Honey for the Apocalypse… and it’s always an apocalypse somewhere, for someone.
This is a column written from inside the tradition and at its edges. From the place where the text gets complicated and the pew gets hard and the question you were told not to ask turns out to be the most holy one in the room. I am a clergywoman, a beekeeper, a woman who has sat with the dying and marched in the streets and wondered, in the same week, whether God is good.
It’s so easy to feel alone in this world. And, dear reader, you are not alone. There are so many of us seeking our roles, doing our best, and stretching just a bit further. I’m so glad to be in this work with you.
Write in. I will answer with honey: slow, particular, gathered from real flowers, offered without condition.
I’m in this work beside you because I believe that there is a role for us all, and that Christianity is ONE OF the methodologies of hope and persistence through turmoil. Not the only one, but certainly one that we are uniquely equipped to use, together. For me, it is the meaning-making in the long work ahead, and it’s a tool that connects me to those that have come before.
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I want to invite you to help shape the places in our lives that need some love. Truly, I invite you to write in. Whether anonymously or with a name only you’ll know, I’m the only one who sees the letters; I always pray on them, and I respond publicly to most with love and grace and the patterns of the honeybees.
Letters may be edited for length and clarity. Selected questions will be answered publicly in the column. All are welcome here — the faithful, the doubting, the deconstructing, the done, and everyone in between.