Driving home this morning after denominational meetings this last week. Well… Sean is because he’s amazing.

It was such a different week than I expected it to be. From start to finish, there were surprises at every turn. And though I primarily expected them to be bad surprises… they were a solid mix, leaning heavily toward good.

I find myself cautiously optimistic today. It’s not that anything specific went remarkably better than expected, but so many people leaned into such hard things that I can see hope for a time when we might move into discomfort as a community of healing rather than run from it.

And I am beyond thankful that the ending to the week was a significantly encouraging conversation with someone that I didn’t even know was really watching… and then a sibling in Christ refusing to shame me for my tears, instead taking from them courage to be more vulnerable themself.

I don’t always get it right. If I’m honest, I feel like I fail more than I succeed in the church. But I’m learning that how I define success and failure is very much tied to messages and scripts that have been handed down from generations of shamed ones who didn’t know how to pass on anything else.

I don’t have to accept it. I can learn what I need to from it. I can pass on holy love from here.

Farewell from Indianapolis.

Go expecting. Go in hope. Go in discomfort.

Go change your world.

I love you all.