I used to think _________, and now I think ________.

04. November 2015 Reflections 16

looking into the distance

I used to think in black and white.

There was nothing in the dark to be redeemed, nothing to be recognized, not even a smattering of stars to show me my own spindly hand in front of my face.

And in the white and bright and hot, I was always squinting and burning without realizing it. There was too much gauze and glare to illuminate anything of substance.

I sat in brown chairs on Sunday mornings, wearing dresses and facing a man in a suit. I memorized Bible verses word-perfect and dared to speak them aloud if it might earn me a ribbon. I wore a white gown and was dunked underwater, my ticket to start sipping grape juice from those little cups. I wrote down all the right answers in my terrible handwriting and spouted them to friends.

I had my private miseries, my looming darkness, but God was a wall of bricks, each one unmoving and painted just so and hardly attended to.

I don’t remember when the bricks started to come loose and lose their color. It happened so gradually at first, and for a while I was too sidetracked by the words I could never say and the boys who never liked me back. Then, I was too lost in a depression I could not name and fears I could not overcome.

I am 26 years old, and now I think in gray.

I read the Bible and I am confused. I wonder if we’ve been pushing the text to fit an all-encompassing Divine mold it was never meant to occupy. I wonder what Paul would think of his letters being considered Holy Scripture. And yet I still find many of these ancient words to be truth and life.

I listen to stories and I am awoken. Stories from real live people, stories told and written and photographed and adapted. Stories that break my heart and open my eyes. Stories that aren’t cleaned up or brushed off or tied up with a nice, neat bow. No longer can one narrative fit every face standing here, no longer is it “us and them,” no longer is there an implicit threat in his sexuality, in her culture. I do not know what it is like to be gay, to be poor, to be a person of color, to flee for my life. But give me ears to hear and eyes to see and a heart to understand.

I pray and I am uncertain. What – if anything – is changing because I whispered “please” and “help” into the wind? Are the words carried back to me on the breeze from God or from my subconscious? What is rumbling in the depths beyond the synapses that fire and the blood that travels through my body? I know there must be Something.

I go to a bar and see glimmers of beauty and redemption in ordinary conversations.

I hear the phrase “relationship with God” and I’m not afraid to ask, “How?”

I sit in church and sometimes I feel nothing. I stand in church to participate in the bread and wine – the Eucharist – and I usually feel something.

They speak of Jesus, and I doubt and hope and can never quite leave.

Mostly, I am in the middle and on the margins and engulfed in never-ending mystery, my old assumptions of what is dead and what is alive turned on their heads.

But in this gray, I am searching and being found in ways I never was when I lived my life in black and white. I am more alive here.

I am a boat in the middle of the ocean; I am standing in the rain without an umbrella; I am trying to make out the contours of home through the fog. But every so often, I see a rainbow start to form in the darkest cloud, and it beckons me to follow.

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This blog post is a part of author Sarah Bessey‘s synchroblog based around the prompt “I used to think ______, and now I think ______”. Click here to read others’ responses. In the same vein, be sure to check out Sarah’s wonderful new book, Out of Sorts: Making Peace with an Evolving Faith (you can read my review – and possibly win a copy of the book – here).


16 thoughts on “I used to think _________, and now I think ________.”

  • 1
    gentletitus2mama on November 5, 2015 Reply

    Beautifully worded!!!

    • 2
      Lizzie on November 5, 2015 Reply

      Thank you, friend! 🙂

  • 3
    Hope N. Griffin on November 5, 2015 Reply

    This is so beautiful and exactly where I am. I often feel so alone standing in the gray, life was simpler in the black and white but so much more meaningful in the gray. Thank you for sharing and making me feel not so alone.

    • 4
      Lizzie on November 5, 2015 Reply

      Hi Hope! I am so so glad that my words resonated with you! So often I feel like I’m alone in these particular gray areas, but the more I speak up, the more I realize I’m not alone after all. Grace and peace to you, friend. 🙂

  • 5
    Debbie on November 5, 2015 Reply

    Beautiful words! ‘Grey’ was the word that I thought of when I saw the blog prompt too. I love how you’ve made it sounds less grey though, and more colourful.

    • 6
      Lizzie on November 5, 2015 Reply

      Thanks for reading, Debbie! It was hard to decide what direction to go with my post, because really there have been SO MANY thought shifts … but “gray” really does encompass many of them.

  • 7
    abbybuter on November 5, 2015 Reply

    This is so beautiful and I found myself saying Amen! I’m glad I found it through Sarah’s synchroblog. Thank you for your authenticity and truth!

    • 8
      Lizzie on November 5, 2015 Reply

      Thank you so much, Abby! These synchroblogs are such lovely times of community, aren’t they? 🙂

  • 9
    Steph E on November 5, 2015 Reply

    This is really beautiful, Lizzy! I always appreciate your honesty, and your ability to put into beautiful words things that i so often think! 🙂

    • 10
      Lizzie on November 5, 2015 Reply

      Thanks, Stephanie! Always good to be reminded that I’m not alone. 🙂

  • 11
    wilderoe on November 7, 2015 Reply

    Beautifully crafted words about your amazing inner life and journey! Love so much the rawness of it all!

    • 12
      Lizzie on November 7, 2015 Reply

      Thank you so much, Nancy! In my writing I really try to capture how things feel, whether they be joyous, painful, or any number of things, really. Sounds like it worked this time. 🙂 Grace and peace to you!

  • 13
    Robin Stangland on November 10, 2015 Reply

    This is really beautiful! Thank you.

    • 14
      Lizzie on November 10, 2015 Reply

      Thank you, Robin! Grace and peace to you, friend. 🙂

  • 15
    Sarah Bessey (@sarahbessey) on November 26, 2015 Reply

    Beautiful, Lizzie. You’re on a glorious journey. xo

    • 16
      Lizzie on November 26, 2015 Reply

      Thank you, Sarah! <3

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