Recently, the old Cuban grandmother inside of me came out. Now, she needs to rest and stop talking, verbally spewing out every recipe of thought she's stored up and weighed carefully. I saw Nadia Bolz Weber speak last night. Here are some snippets from what she said, and why I feel the need to shut up for a moment.
Yesterday, the Lord told me to be quiet.
"The jagged edges of humanity is what God gets a hold of. Not the smooth."
"I try to preach from my scars, not my wounds."
On the fear of being vulnerable, especially when speaking your mind within the church:
"I also believe in a form of leadership that's called 'Screw it I'll go first.'"
[Here are two excerpts from the night; the "depression" talk has lower audio quality, but it seemed worth trying to put up. The second is us at the Church, singing, at the end of her talk.]