It’s still a bit raw from spiritual abuses in the past, so please tread lightly upon it, if you feel you need to tread at all.
My name is Jamie, and before you think I’m a guy as most people do I’m the female – the guy is my husband David, or Dave, he’s not particular.
I love our Trinitarian God and follow Jesus my great Healer. Talking about God’s place in my life story is one of my passions.
I tell my story with the hope it will help someone else with their story.
Dave and I have been soul-mates for a long, long, time and he is my bestie. It would be very spiritual to say that Jesus is my best friend, but it wouldn’t be real. Dave and Jesus share space. God’s love for me and Dave in this shit mess is what matters most.
Marriage brings out the worst and the best in us. Grace is sandwiched smack in the middle.
Dave and I have eight living children by birth and adoption and thirteen (so far) grands.
I was a homebirthing, homesteading, sling wearing, attachment promoting, baking bread, chicken raising, doula, and dog loving, home-cooking, organic, crunchy mama. We lived, we loved, we farmed, we partied, and then we met Jesus. At least someone who resembled Jesus, but who is a stranger to me now.
Our daughter wrote about it at the age of twenty-eight,
“What happened shortly after my parents became Christians is that they encountered story tellers who had the story wrong. But what made things extra tricky, is that these storytellers did not have the whole story wrong. In fact, they had many parts right. In fact, they had enough of the story right to make the wrong parts seem right as well. Lies mixed in with truth are the best kinds of lies -they are the most difficult to recognize.”
(Read the whole post here: https://jamiegrubb.wordpress.com/2013/07/11/on-being-a-mother-by-jordan-grubb/
Our beautiful, dark haired, chubby, newborn son Micaiah, died traumatically because of the lies in that christian cult called the Faith Message. It’s now a sad thread that has been woven into the fabric of our redemption story.
I became an uber-conservative fundamentalist, complementarian, quiver-full, patriarchal movement, divine healing only, denim dress wearing, no TV, praise music only, Proverbs 31, if you don’t speak in tongues your missing it, I know the “the truth,” full blown self-righteous, law maker.
I was really, really, good at it.
But now – I actually know God. The Good News one.
You see, the one thing I do know and am absolutely convinced matters – is that communion with God and others begins and ends with love, and in the middle is a whole lot of theological goop.
Grace is the road, and love is the motivation.
My theological views have changed a lot – I am a pastor and chaplain, speaker, teacher, writer, and grace grower.
I kept most of my crunchy self, but don’t bake as often. One loaf of bread can last a long time with just two of us.
I try to make the world a better place by helping others through a teeny, tiny non-profit called Compassionate Reach International which provides trauma support and training to at risk kids and those who love them. It’s my way of living out Micah 6:8 to seek justice, love mercy, and walk in humility. I am a chaplain and a Fuller Seminary graduate with boat loads of trauma training and experience from CISM to TBRI. Trauma is my second passion.
Jesus is kind and gentle, loving and embracing, He relentlessly pursues us to bring us into His embrace. I believe He has a special place for women in the church, or fleeing the church, who have been wounded by doctrines that usurp kindness, or lifestyles that lack authenticity. Jesus often gets a bad rap but without Him, I don’t know where my life would be. His love and grace has made the difference.
If you don’t believe that God loves you as a woman, for just who you are, uniquely created with gifts and talents to use for His Kingdom’s growth, you’ve been lied to.
Maybe I am just crazy; crazy to love God and others; I hope I continue to go insane.
Jesus is behind a great conspiracy of love; a very Sacred Conspiracy.