On Birding, Naming, and Loving

Small. Plump. Short yellow bill. Grey-brown body. Bold black & white stripes on the head. Sings in short clear whistles followed by buzzy sounds. White-crowned sparrow. I’ve been interested in birds since before I knew I was gay. I’m that girl who lugs around binoculars on walks and stops in her tracks when she hears…

What’s in a Name?

Growing up, I didn’t particularly like my name. I didn’t know many other Wendy-s, and none of the kids in my school shared my name. That made me feel sort of weird and old-fashioned and out-of-place. I wish I’d had the self-confidence to relish being unique, but alas, a lot of my childhood was spent…

The Cost of Solidarity

For many of us who have gone through (or are going through) the process of coming out, we face a lot of varied and often difficult responses. There are those who will directly and unequivocally question our integrity, our motives, and even the quality and substance of our faith and salvation. There are those who…

Stagnant Unicorns

  On the first Wednesday of the month, we publish blog posts written by members of our Generous Space Community. This piece was written by SJ Speer, who lives in Ottawa and is a regular Ontario GS Retreat participant.   ——————————–   It is estimated that there are only 200 members of the unicorn species…

The Place of Rage

My guess is that many of you, like myself, grew up in Christian environments that suppressed anger. Particularly as children, we received the well-emphasized message that being angry was ungodly, would lead to sin, and had no place in the faithful Christian life. As an adult, I often felt a lot of shame when I…

The Table Is One

The Table has always been here, as long as I remember, set beneath the trees, seats for everyone who comes. The Table is, in fact, many tables—lined up, one after another, stretching across the grass and around the corners, beyond sight and familiarity—but the Table is one.   I remember my first seat at the…