Because I feel like I’m both invoking and giving shit to my favorite deity, the one who I’ve talked to through it all, who’s sweetness and snark guide me and remind me who I am. The one who reminded me the fish and the loaves are my fucking inheritance and your fucking inheritance, but redistribution is my fucking inheritance and your fucking inheritance too. Who teaches me how to multiply them, and multiply them, and trust in their multitudes.
I’ve been reading my bible again to make sure this commitment to Christian practice isn’t just Stockholm syndrome. That I can actually have a coherent reading that affirms this embodied, commie Jesus, patron saint of distribution and queering up gendered roles, a refugee and working person, persecuted by the state. And I really, really have faith in that Jesus. I really really have faith in that Jesus who, through Mary, was sent to feed the poor good things, cast down the mighty, and send the rich away.
And I really want to be here for that. I want to, in some small way, answer my own prayers, for a just and equitable world. Or something less unjust. Or at least hold myself and my friends well while we suffer through the injustice. I want to follow Jesus into the profane, the embodied, and make things holy, and make never-endingly shareable meals. Of taking Jesus back from the wealthy, the state, institutional evangelicalism, and reclaiming Jesus for the poor, the suffering, the immigrant and the refugee, the queer, the unhoused and imprisoned.
So here’s where the updates come in: Here’s how I’m bumbling around this world, trying to figure out how to do that better.
In June, I’m leaving town to Los Angeles to work at a Catholic Workers house. Catholic workers have a history of creating hospitality alongside the poor and unhoused, and I’ve really been drawn to their stories and feel so lucky to get an opportunity to work with them.
After that, in September, I’m spending a year working with Quaker Voluntary Service in Minneapolis. Quakers allowed me to dip my toes in the water of radical, non-hierarchical faith. Us Quakers aren’t perfect and have a lot to repent for, but I’m setting intentions of using this year to forge my path towards a life of person-centered, faithful action.
And on top of this all, I’m writing a fucking book of poems that needs to be done in, like a week and a half.
I’m really praying and really hoping that through all these pursuits I can get a little closer to my sweet weirdo Jesus, and live his good news of freedom for the prisoner and food for the hungry. But also who knows if any of this does any good. I guess it’s a leap of faith or whatever.
So here are some loose ends and ways I could use support right now:
I have a ton of cute clothes, good books, and some small pieces of furniture, including a bed, to give away. If you want any of it, PLEASE hit me up and take it off my hands!
Transportation from spot to spot is my biggest question mark right now. If supporting Christian/Quaker leftists is in the realm of your affinities, and you have extra miles for an airline you’d be willing to donate, or are driving down California in June or across the country (from West to East) in August at all, I humbly ask that you let me know!
This feels a little out of place in this update but if you want a copy of my book, let me know. I am asking for a suggested donation of 5-10 dollars for each copy. But like, if you can’t, don’t hesitate to ask.
I don’t really know how to tie this all up. I feel disjointed and excited, and ethically conflicted about asking for material support, and so so hopeful and grateful for the people who have surrounded me and lifted me and and helped me pursue my vocation. Thank you all. Blessings.