Nov 30, 2023

What l struggle with is the` faith leaving`, issue so evident in deconstruction.

Deconstructing what we’ve been taught, is evident in some circles where the `gathering`, only white middle class and educated `assemble`.

Well they don't gather, nor do they assemble. 

They communicate by TIC TOC, ZOOM, etc..

Because, going to be frank here, feel having spoken to some, struggle with face to face contact. — Deconstructing is a painstaking process that often leads to the rejection of religion altogether.


Which then leads to more isolation, detachment broad ethical delimas. Found sadly those l have counselled.

Bitter reflection on felt treatment in Church.

Last night as l return to some Normal `Kevin behaiour` , did walk therapy with a ex college. they stated.

"Had to say this...Do you think l did right thing"?

It is not important what l feel around the comments made.

What I am about to describe is simply critical thinking.

The value is we discussed, l counselled, we could by our movements ,face contours, tone of words, pauses, body speaking, assess more then the words.

Often people leave a gathering because they, `FEEL` something around way they are perceived, understood, thought about. Which often does not exist, nor is it the intended case.

“Question what you believe while continuing to believe what you are questioning.” 

Is what we must do while keeping in mind that when we are continuing in Fellowship, worship, gatherings for cuppa, being part of the faith family. We all are growing and developing.

Mistakes especially in relationships will arise. If often FEEL uncomfortable, its normal. But if it becomes a burden go else where.

What l struggle with is the `faith leaving` issue, so evident in deconstruction movement. Small as Nomadic, deconstruction is. Losing ones religion, that is a common thread and theme.

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How he'd hold her if his arms would reach
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