I woke from a dream this morning about my childhood church and my family, recurring themes which I’m realizing are becoming less frequent in my dream world. In this dream, I was tasked with making a banner with lettering and imagery of people of different ethnicities for Vacation Bible School. This is a callback to many, many summers where I was pulled into painting large backdrops for VBS in the summers, often taking charge with my sister and guiding peers (kids our age and younger) who volunteered to help. This was always free labor, never having a clue that it could be a way to make a living until I left the cult. We were always just following orders from the adults in leadership, called to do tasks based on our individual “spiritual gifts.” We were “God’s servants” and we were genuinely happy to be of service. In my dream, I am my current age and taking orders from the same adults I used to look up to back then. The concept of the banner was given to me in advance and I created a s...
they/them Sharing my thoughts and musings as I meet myself over and over again.