Trans Ideology- Four Reasons it is not her Savior. It is her Slayer

On Monday we all learned of the tragedy and horror of the school shooting in Nashville, TN. For days we have grieved and prayed for the victims and their families. What can we say? At this moment, there is nothing to say. We simply do what Jesus did. We show up to the tomb and weep with those who weep. We look to the one who promises eternal life and the comfort of His presence in the midst of unspeakable devastation. We look to Him when pain is the loudest thing we hear.

In the news reports, updates on the devastated families and discussions about the shooter, we respond in the most predictable way. We seek understanding. How did this happen? The conversations will continue for months, even years. Clarity will be sought. Some will be found. Most will be in the reality of an evil in which we hope to never get close enough to fully comprehend.

This particular moment has been complicated by the identity of the shooter, Aubrey Hale. There is much we can say and speculate about her. But one thing is clear: her trans male identification is enlisting the cultural warriors in mass. Just one day after the shooting, the Trans Resistance Network issued a statement identifying Hale as a victim of trans hate, stating, “Many transgender people deal with anxiety, depression, thoughts of suicide, and PTSD from the near constant drum beat of anti-trans hate, lack of acceptance from family members and certain religious institutions, denial of our existence and calls for detransition and forced conversion. All these factors contribute to a population that is medically underserved and who often face anti-trans bias while accepting care leading to significant physical and mental disparities. Hate has consequences.” The statement from TRN concludes that Hale “had no other effective way he had to be seen than to lash out by taking the life of others, and by consequence himself.”

There is much we can say about this statement and this will not be the only voice in the cacophony of responses. But it will be helpful to recognize the main sentiment of TRN why this sentiment is toxic to all people and specifically to trans people. TRN would have us believe that the solution to the distress, anxiety, and suffering of trans people is widespread cultural support for trans ideology. Many are rightly outraged that they would go so far as to suggest that Aubrey Hale was somehow justified in her actions because of the lack of widespread cultural support. What they fail to recognize is that trans ideology is itself destructive to those who hold it and is itself corrosive to the full expression of individuals.

At its core, trans ideology says, “You are as you think yourself to be.” When we seek an answer to the question, “Who am I?” this ideology responds with, “You are what your inner self tells you you are.” On the face of it, this may not seem problematic, until we take a closer look at ourselves and four reasons ourselves are often the enemy within.

It is in vain, O men, that you seek within yourselves the remedy for your ills.


The Self is Confusing– We rarely ever hold just one sense of who we are in our hearts. I may think I am strong and at the same time weak, guilty and innocent, smart and stupid, independent and dependent. I may desire to be strong in my family, but also weak at times and then find within myself a desire to choose between strength or weakness in any given moment. My sense of myself and my desires are numerous and often conflicting. Which sense is right?

Worse yet, I look to find an example of strength for which to compare myself and determine if I am strong. How do we expect people to do this with gender when we have no idea what maleness or femaleness is? If I find within myself an expression of artistry, does that indicate a male or female self. It seems to be the height of cruelty to tell a young person to figure out whether they are male, female, or neither and then say, “Oh well, male and female are not really things that have definition. It is all just up to you.” We are effectively telling them their identity is whatever they figure out on their own amidst all the conflicting and confusing inner senses they have in any given day.

The Self is Shifting– Let’s face it, at forty-eight years old my sense of myself is almost unrecognizable from my sense of myself at thirteen or eighteen. My confidence, hopes, desires, and behaviors have dramatically shifted over the years. This is why we are seeing so many cases of detransition and people crying foul of those who were so easily complicit and supportive of their irreversible decisions. We do not stay the same. Yet, we are treating the youngest of our communities as though they know exactly who they are, without any guiding definition, and believing they will never change their own sense of self. How tragic.

The Self is Self-Destructive– Yes, we are masters of self destruction. We even have a name for it: Self Destructive Behavior. I know I need to watch my cholesterol, but I love pork. I may decide that I am a carnivore in the vein of a lion, but my cardiologist would be guilty of malpractice if he let me get away with such an assessment. Whether it is diet, addiction, or broken relational patterns, the truth is undeniable. We can not trust ourselves. We betray our own good all the time and often simply by habit. We long for the friend we alienate. We desire the job we undermine. We corrode the marriage we are desperate to repair.

Before Monday whenever I did a training on sexuality or our cultural obsession with trusting ourselves, I would only talk of these three truths. The self is confusing, shifting, and self-destructive. However, I was missing something even deeper.

The Self is Others-Destructive– Yes, we are not naturally loving. In our pain we lash out and hurt those around us. The husband who wants to be happy has an affair and crushes the wife he deep down wants to keep. The parent lives in fear and becomes overbearing to the child they actually want to love. The confused individual wants to know their own value and find belonging but rages in violence against those to whom they want to connect.

Is there hope? Yes, but not in trans ideology. This destructive ideology does not really usher people into hope and healing. It takes a confused and painful season of a person’s life and ushers them right back to themselves. It is a vain and heartless approach, adding confusion to confusion and futility to desperation. Taking an already injured and vulnerable person and shepherding them into destruction is simply abusive and unloving. The TRN solution is not a promised salvation, it is a pervasive poison, leading people to the dead end found in themselves.

But there is hope. There is a rescue from our destructive selves and an empowering of our designed fullness. Do you want to know who you really are? Only the one who made you can tell you the answer. No, we do not make ourselves. There is One who made you, knows who you are, and offers to give you the healing and the abundant life you long for. We all need rescue from ourselves. Yes, there is salvation in Jesus of Nazareth, but we need to stop pretending that we don’t need salvation.

The thief comes only to steal and kill and destroy. I came that they may have life and have it abundantly.

John 10:10

Betray Jesus or Lose My Family?

Karen sat in my office on the verge of tears.  She had arrived sharply on time and had given me no indication about why she might want to meet.  As a staff member with our church, I was used to people reaching out for appointment, usually to ask questions about theology, faith, or our church’s position on current issues.  However, I never got completely comfortable with these kinds of moments.  I had no idea what I was walking into, much less have any certainty that I would be able to help Karen.  All I knew, with one look, was that Karen was in pain. 

Karen went on to tell me about her family and how important they were to her.  Sure, things had gotten messy over the years, but by her late twenties, Karen had been hopeful that her parents and siblings would be a lifelong place she could call home.   She was thirty years old, unmarried and the only Christian in her family.  She was making her way in the world as a single woman and her family was a primary support for her. 

Then the pain came.  Karen shared that over the last few months every one of her siblings had come out as LGBTQ.  One sibling was gay, one was gender transitioning and the whole family was rallying around a kind of life that Karen could not affirm.  If that were all, perhaps it would be ok.  Karen had no desire to control their lives and would love her siblings no matter what course their life took.  But her parents were giving her an ultimatum. She needed to outwardly show her support and verbal affirmation, or she would not be welcome at family gatherings.

Karen felt stuck and afraid.  In between sobs she said, “What do I do? I don’t want to lose my family, but I can’t put a rainbow flag in my front yard.  Can I? I’m not even sure what Jesus wants me to do.  How do I love them when they feel like my view is hateful? I’m not sure I understand my view anyway.”

There it is.  Do you see it?  Karen has two deep challenges.

Her first challenge was deeply personal.  She was preparing herself to experience the devastation that comes when a family breaks apart.  She felt threatened with becoming an orphan.  She wanted to love her siblings, but she didn’t know how to love them in a way they could receive if she disagreed about something that felt deeply personal to them as well.

I was amazed at her next statement, “You know, I think I could lose my family and be ok if I knew that I was being faithful to Jesus.  But I’m not sure I am even doing that well.”  What courage.  What confusion.

There was her second challenge.  Karen could endure a lot of pressure. She could even experience rejection that might come because of trying to be faithful to Christ.  But the threat she felt was not just about her family relationships.  It went to the core of her intimacy with God and her life with Jesus.  Her faith felt threatened. Was she really being faithful?  How “different” and “clear” did she need to be to show she was set apart and faithful?  How could she be different without alienating her family in an unloving manner?  Was her understanding of the Bible that much different than the love and relationships her family had in mind?

Karen had been in church for years.  She had heard sermons on God’s love and His offer of new life through the person of Jesus. She had been in Bible studies and small groups where sex outside of a male/female covenant marriage was talked about as sinful and dangerous.  However, she had never been part of a nuanced conversation about about sexual orientation, gender dysphoria, love amidst identity transitions, and Christian faithfulness .

But that day she found herself in a moment when the simplistic answers no longer worked for her complex world.  Some days she felt like she had to wear a trigger warning on her clothes that said, “Warning, the Christian in this shirt believes in love, sin, and the Bible.” Other days she felt like maybe her church was wrong.  Maybe Jesus just wanted people to feel loved and questions about sexual identity were not as dangerous as her pastor led her to believe.

Karen’s story was one of many I have heard over the years.  Sometimes I sat with parents trying to figure out how to love a child and still reflect a godly faith with objective moral standards.  Sometimes it was high schoolers trying to be faithful to Jesus but caught between a perceived choice to love their friends unconditionally or share good news with people that found the news anything but good. 

I have watched followers of Jesus attempt to live in this tension and navigate relationships in spaces surrounding sexuality, race, abortion, poverty, justice, politics, personal expression, anxiety, grief, hopes for the future…and the list goes on.  Over the years, one thing has become abundantly clear. We can no longer throw a Bible verse, a book suggestion, or a podcast at a skeptical world and pretend all is well.  We can no longer give our children simplistic answers and tell them to have faith.  We can no longer be fascinated with apologetics and miss the real reasons our friends, neighbors, kids, and colleagues wonder if the good news is really good.  We need more and we know it.  We know we need a thicker understanding of our faith and a winsome way forward, reflecting the personal and invitational way of Jesus. 

Yes, Karen needed both: a richer understanding of God’s good design for sexuality and a way to be invitational herself, without being confrontational.  She needed a faith informed by worldview, biblical philosophy, and apologetics.  But she didn’t need to become that weird person in the corner of the room, living in a joyless academic world, and reading old dead guys at nauseum.  She needed to see the soul as more complex that inputting the right argument and generating a better life as a result.

Simply, Karen’s faith needed to account for the complexity of her world, in all its delicate nuances, and the richness of the human soul, with all our interwoven experiences.

So, how do we proceed? Simply, we must learn the two critical tools of Cultural Discipleship, First, we must learn the Story of Reality, Second, we must learn to inhabit the Story of Reality in this world.

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I love you. You’re wrong?


I clearly remember the rain fitting my mood one evening in southern California as my friend told me of his dreams.  He wanted what so many others wanted: a spouse, children, a home, a white picket fence.  Why should it matter that he wanted this with another man?  I wished to tell him that I believed it was possible for God to honor the life he craved.  After all, I understood some of it.  I was single, in my early 30’s, with no prospects of marriage or family.  I understood this deep longing to share life and love.  I wanted to affirm his vision of a happy life.  I wanted to agree, so badly.  But I couldn’t.

What do we do when we are caught between a moment when we can either hurt our friend’s feelings or betray our understanding of God’s goodness?  In these moments we are faced with a decision that could cause disagreement, pain, or worse, the belief that we don’t value or love our friend.

The most popular advice is to simply change our mind.

In some cases, this is not only reasonable but good.  My mind needs to be changed.  I used to believe that God operated under a system of rewards for good behavior, relating to us merely in response to what we deserve.  Time, study of the Bible, and good theology changed my mind.

But some things are impossible not to believe.  When I visit my doctor and he says I’m pregnant after one little pee test, I’m stuck.  I believe I am pregnant.  Could he be wrong?  Yes.  Could I be one of the few cases in which the test is flawed?  Sure.  Do I believe I am pregnant anyway?  You betcha.  In some cases, changing my mind is not only impossible, but my friend wouldn’t really want me to change my mind anyway.

The Reality in Which We Live

Our ability to change our minds on moral questions will always be anchored to our understanding of reality.  Do you believe God is there?  What then?  If reality begins with God creating the world for specific purposes and with design elements that work well when followed, then this reality bears upon us and is inescapable.  If our starting point is God, His creation and His goodness we have no more control over Him than we do over a pregnancy test.

If you don’t believe God is there, I expect you will see reality very differently and this makes sense.  Without God, goodness and any moral fabric for life unravels.  In the end, Dostoevsky was right, “If God does not exist, then everything is permitted.” Without God’s goodness to constrain us, we can do whatever we want.

Perhaps you believe God is there, but His moral goodness is flexible to your own desires.  Perhaps your notions of right and wrong are tied to your own intuition or rationality rather than his revealed will (the Scriptures).  In this case you will be more able to change your mind about right and wrong, good and evil.  You will also live in a constant state of confusion and disobedience, failing to surrender to the holiness of your Maker.  (Hebrews 5: 12-14)  Sadly, you will miss out on the beautiful life God offers.

If you believe God is there, but believe Him to be what you want,  I caution you about the lie you are believing.  The nature of someone’s identity (God included) can never be changed by the desires of another.  My daughter may believe I should approve of living on a diet of sugar and popcorn, but her belief does not make it so.  If someone told her, “Oh, I know your mommy.  She is the one who serves candy for lunch everyday.”  My daughter would simply reply, “I don’t know who you met, but it wasn’t my mommy.”

For the person who believes God is there and that He has told us about Himself and His creation, we can’t change our mind about that reality simply because we want to.  It would be like trying to believe I’m not pregnant after the pee test.  We don’t make up what is morally right or wrong for us.  Right and wrong are not about us.  We must submit to what is good.  We cannot create it.

Is it loving?

Being constrained by the reality of God and His goodness in this world is risky.  We are often charged with being unloving.  But what love is this?

Encouraging something as harmful as sin (opposite of God’s goodness) is worse than unloving. It is malicious and self-serving.   I have to love my friend toward what is good and beautiful and face the cultural firing squad.  Moral sickness is neither right nor beautiful nor desirable.  If it is the case that God is really there, He really has revealed Himself in the Scriptures and His gentle path is the best way for all of us, what else should we do?  How could I betray my friend and withhold God’s gracious will?

Love, which finds its origin in God rejoices in truth.  This means rejoicing in what is true for me and my friend.

When asked on that rainy day in California, I shared my honest understanding of how goodness is experienced in God’s moral boundaries, including the sexual boundaries I desired for my friend and the ones I sought to hold in my own singleness.  The goodness I offered my friend was not just some archaic rule to follow and avoid sin.  It was an invitation to a fuller experience of life itself: goodness and beauty known and experienced.

Love is patient and kind; love does not envy or boast; it is not arrogant or rude. It does not insist on its own way; it is not irritable or resentful; it does NOT rejoice in wrongdoing, but rejoices in the truth.  Love bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things. Love never ends. – I Corinthians 13:4-8

Yes, we can talk about whether God is there.  We can talk about whether the Bible is true.  We can talk about whether God says murder is wrong, sex is reserved for marriage or we should love our enemies.  We can talk about whether Jesus really was the son of God and rose from the dead.

And I would love to be challenged on all of these beliefs.

You would not like me otherwise

Finally, I suggest you like me better this way.  I thrive under the authority of a living and good God.  My final authority is not myself.  He is far better than me.  God does not just help me understand the goodness of sexuality, life and justice in the world, He constrains and releases His goodness in me.  His goodness shapes me.

The humbled and submitted person that bends to the God of creation is commanded and empowered to love, be kind, never act out in violence, be faithful in marriage, diligent in parenting, and forgiving as we have been forgiven.  Much like the curator of a museum can never harm a work of art, we can’t harm others.  They don’t belong to us.  But like the curator, we are charged with participating in God’s restoration of people through the person of Jesus.  We are called to deeply struggle for the good of our neighbor.

It is no small thing that we would walk away from submitting to a real and living God.  It is no small thing that we would uproot His authority and displace it with a crown on our own heads.  You would not like the prideful person it would create.

The Anger in Forgiveness


“Why should I be sacrificed on the altar of his growth?!”  I remember the day I said these words out loud to God.  I was angry.  Angry and hurt.  I didn’t think I could get that angry.  Now it seemed like God was taking his side.

For an entire year a young man in my Christian community had publicly insulted my weight and femininity. His sideways, passive comments were lobbed in front of our friends and although we tried to ignore the jabs, we all knew what he thought of me.  I was fat and unattractive.  In private, friends tried to assure me, “He’s wrong.” “Stacie, you are pretty.”  But these comments went to the heart of my insecurities.

At the end of the day I was left to struggle with his words.  The worst part was that deep down I believed he was right.  I knew enough theology to know that God saw me as precious and beautiful, but the rest of the world?  This man was just voicing what everyone thought and no one was willing to say.  I was undesirable.  So, there I was, hurt and angry.

Growing Anger

Months passed.  I sank into sadness and isolation, functional on the outside and withering on the inside.  Prayer became a plea for God to rid me of this person and help me feel better about living in a world where I was less than everyone else.  Wasn’t God angry too?  Then came a pivotal conversation.  A trusted friend stepped into my world and offered his help, with one condition.  I needed to confront the person hurting me, share my injury and forgive.  Nothing could have seemed more unwise to me.

Although I had read the passages in the Bible about forgiveness and confrontation (Ephesians 4:32; Matthew 18:15), this had to be an exception.  Isn’t is unwise to confess hurt to someone who has only shown that they can and will hurt you?  I was pretty certain he had no idea of his effect on me and I was determined to make sure he would never know.

But then the Scripture became inescapable.

Let no corrupting talk come out of your mouths, but only such as is good for building up, as fits the occasion, that it may give grace to those who hear. 30 And do not grieve the Holy Spirit of God, by whom you were sealed for the day of redemption. 31 Let all bitterness and wrath and anger and clamor and slander be put away from you, along with all malice. 32 Be kind to one another, tenderhearted, forgiving one another, as God in Christ forgave you. -Ephesians 4:29-32

I was not allowed to attack back, scream and rant in anger.  I had to go to him for HIS good. I read and re-read and screamed through Ephesians.  Someone else’s behavior never lets me off the hook for acting for their good.  I am never off the hook of love and forgiveness.

My choice seemed terribly simple.  I could either die the slow death of withering from the inside, wallowing in anger, hurt, and bitterness, or I could obey God and move toward my enemy’s good.  Two paths that felt like death lay before me and God would only walk with me down one of them. God would sacrifice me on the altar of his good.  I wish I could say I had spiritual strength, faith and foresight.  What I would do next was merely obedience and little else.

Forgiveness Deserved?

I knew pride, resentment and ugliness were rooting deep in my heart and I was desperate for their death.  I was desperate enough to submit to God and confess in deep repentance the ugly truth: I didn’t care about his good.  I didn’t want to love this person.  I didn’t want to forgive.  I wanted him to pay.

In order to share with this man how he injured me I would have to be filled with the Holy Spirit but this didn’t feel strong.  It felt open, vulnerable and weak.  I didn’t even think I could talk without crying.  I prayed through Ephesians 4 over and over again, unsure of whether I could even be kind or civil.  I prayed for the heart I wanted, but didn’t have.  I prayed for strength and compassion. I prayed to expect nothing.  It could not be about getting an apology or seeing repentance.

At this point you may be tempted to think, “But he is wrong.  He doesn’t deserve kindness.”  That’s true.  But neither do we.  Why is it that when I wrong someone I want mercy, but when someone wrongs me I want justice?  The cross of Jesus shows how equally in need of forgiveness we all are and how graciously it has been offered by the One who has never been in need of it.

So, we talked. I cried.  Then, something miraculous happened.  He didn’t understand.   He did not apologize.  His words were stoic and formal.  He was caught off guard and at a loss for how to respond.  I didn’t get deep sensitivity or caring.  But it didn’t crush me.  I climbed on an altar, expecting to be sacrificed but found myself freed.  Like a tiny seed in my heart, something began to bloom.  I wanted this man’s good.  I wanted God to be kind to him.  I was able to forgive.

A Miracle

I have rarely in my life felt so protected, loved and cared for as I did the day I walked away from that conversation.  I had done as God asked, not just for his good but for mine.  My heart could break without breaking me.  God’s rebuke of me could be kind.  God saw my pride, self protection and rebellion.  I had dared to ask God to choose my good over another one of His other children, as if I were faultless.  Something in me was ugly, prideful and demanding.  Here in the ugly bits of myself there is forgiveness, mercy and grace.

Since that time Paul’s words on forgiveness live in me like light in darkness.

For while we were still weak, at the right time Christ died for the ungodly. For one will scarcely die for a righteous person—though perhaps for a good person one would dare even to die— but God shows his love for us in that while we were still sinners, Christ died for us.  -Romans 5:6-8 

Forgiveness is a miracle.  It is one of the most amazing ways we as Christians can experience the miraculous nature of the cross in our relationships.  His forgiveness of us births in us the humility to forgive, even those who hurt us.  Forgiveness is still hard, but necessary.

Do you know what it is to be forgiven?  Do you need to forgive?

“Please God, Anything but Single!”

I remember the first time I discovered the poem “The Road Not Taken” by Robert Frost.  I was 9 years old and living in Japan as a military kid.  Something about this poem captivated me:

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.-  Robert Frost

At 10 years old I could not have understood that the road less traveled would feel adventurous, difficult and lonely.  Almost a decade later I found myself with an infant faith in Jesus, calling me to His narrow way:

Enter by the narrow gate. For the gate is wide and the way is easy that leads to destruction, and those who enter by it are many.  For the gate is narrow and the way is hard that leads to life, and those who find it are few.- Jesus (Matthew 7:13-14)

In a hand written letter to God, I surrender my life to Jesus, committing to the road less traveled.  I only had one stipulation.  I could not do it single.  I would do anything God asked.  I just could not do it alone.  I would need a partner in marriage.

I found my letter tucked away in a book years later.  I was 35, still single and all I could do was thank God that He was faithful to what I offered, in spite of my footnote.  He had been gracious to that 19 year old young woman, longing for love and connection.

desert-279862_960_720The Experience of Single Life

My struggles were the same as most young women making their way in the world without a husband.  I lived on one income.  I had little to no savings.  I struggled with feeling like I was wandering through life.  I saw most of my friends get married, have children and buy a home.  I had none of these.  I worshiped in a church where everyone seemed to be on the same road of raising a family.  Most sermon stories didn’t apply to me and it seemed I was expected to only serve with children.  I did a lot of things alone: grocery shopping, meal times, car maintenance, sitting in church services, paying bills, grieving a broken heart, resolving conflict, gaining and losing friendships, crying, traveling, moving, praying and sleeping.  I could go days without hugging another human being.  If you are single, maybe you get this.

I was blessed with a caring, loving family and good friends through these years.  The body of Christ became His grace to me and I found sweetness in these relationships.  I was never fully alone, but if truth be told, there is no relationship equivalent to marriage.

I didn’t know why this was my path, but I knew God’s response to my questions.  This was the good life God was giving me.  God’s goodness was keeping me in the absence of a deep longing and this road was leading to LIFE.

A Good Life?

Chances are, if you reading this it is because you are single or have a close friend who struggles with the unmet longing for marriage.  There are a hundred issues, questions, blessings and struggles that come with being single.  But I have become convinced that there is only one thing that will anchor you to find life during this season.

Can you know the goodness of God when you live in the absence of a deep longing?  Stop and read that again.  When I want something so much it aches, is God still being good to me when He says “no?”  Does love look like allowing me to live in the absence?

Everyone grieves the absence of something.   A woman grieves the husband she may never have.  A man grieves the income he may never have.  A wife grieves the children she may never have.  A widow grieve the health that is long behind her.  Death. Sickness. The Christian life is a dance of grieving what is not yet in our broken world, but rejoicing in the presence, power, and person of Jesus.  This rejoicing is not just a bland affirmation of a belief.  It is a vibrant experience of fullness.

Two Roads

There are only two roads to travel on this journey.  If the goodness and intimate friendship you have with God does not anchor your heart, then the absence of a longing will be become unbearable.  You will live in the frustration, exhaustion, fear and never ending consuming thoughts of how to get your longing met all on your own.  You will have displaced a good and kind God, with an idol of your own; marriage.

And when your idol fails you, disappoints you and leaves you again to your own devices, you will again find yourself longing for an intangible something.

Or you can take the road less traveled.  This road bends the heart and knee to the goodness of God.  This road leads to an intimacy that merely church-ing your way through life can not even comprehend.  This is the road that gets rocky, but does not abandon you to fall.  This road leads to true life, deep relationships, a faithful walk with Jesus, partnering with God in His work in the world and experiencing a life that few will ever know.

Here, you find the truest meaning of your life: God invites you to partake of His divine presence and participate in His divine purpose.  He is up to something in the world and you are called to be part of it.  You were meant for more than the four walls of a home and marriage (both of which are good).  You were meant for a grand life that touches the entire world around you.  You were meant to reflect God’s goodness in a way for which you alone were created.

But how can we reflect His goodness to the world around us if we lose sight of it when He does not bend to our demands?

Over the years, I have learned to live in the truth of the road not traveled:

For the Lord God is a sun and shield;
    the Lord bestows favor and honor.
No good thing does he withhold
    from those who walk uprightly.
O Lord of hosts,
    blessed is the one who trusts in you! -Psalm 84: 11-12

I love when God is a sun to me, lighting me up in my world.  This garners the favor and admiration of others.  But I know what it is like for God to be my shield.  This is when I feel hidden from the world for my good and for His purposes.

Now, as a wife, mother, neighbor, friend, daughter, sister and pastor, I still strive to walk the road less traveled.  I love my wonderful husband and my precious daughter, but they are not my life.  My world is bigger than the four walls of my home and my calling is larger than my finite heart can contain.

Which road will you take?

*Do you have specific questions about this road?  Just hit the “Dear Stacie” tab in the menu and I would be happy to share your question with a response.

Nietzsche & Jesus


We were walking through the hall on our way to the elevators after a particularly intense class lecture on Nietzsche.  I was a grad student working through my doctoral course work and my companion was a seasoned professor, an expert on ancient and modern philosophy.

For many Christ followers Nietzsche was an evil mastermind, bent on destroying faith in God.  Some of these criticisms seemed well founded, but I was beginning to think that Nietzsche was critical of religiosity and had little understanding of true Christianity.

So, I prompted my professor with further questions. “What did Nietzsche think about the claim that Jesus of Nazareth rose from the dead?”  I could tell my question caught my companion off guard.

“Well,” he said, “He didn’t think it happened.”

Now I was confused. “How did Nietzsche explain away all the evidence for this event?”

I could tell by the look on his face that two things had happened.  First, I had asked a question he had never heard.  Second, my expert in ancient philosophy was unaware of the “evidence” for Jesus’ rise from the dead.

His simple, “I don’t know” was telling.

The Achilles Heel?

How could this be?  If Nietzsche was one of the leading critics of Christianity, wouldn’t the Resurrection be the easiest way to take down the truth claims of the faith.  After all, even Paul the Apostle said, If Christ has not been raised, your faith is futile and you are still in your sins. (I Corinthians 15:17)  For the atheist or die hard critic, wouldn’t this be the Achilles heel?

Over the years I have found myself surprised at how little critics of Christianity reference the Resurrection.  Even fewer still will deal openly with the historical evidence for this event.  But then again I get it.  You would have to really have a grudge against Christianity to spend the time necessary to go through all the evidence.  When guys like Gary Habermas and William Lane Craig research entire dissertations on this one event, few people have the time to do the same.

What is more surprising is how many Christians talk about Jesus as if they are explaining an idea, a philosophy or a teaching.  Sure, Nietzsche and Dawkins can dismiss Christianity as an idea to refute but then it is not our faith they are referencing.  Our faith is grounded in a person: a person who showed up during the Roman empire, fulfilled countless prophesies from hundreds of years before his time, taught men older and more educated than himself, claimed to be God, performed miracles, died at the hands of his enemies and then rose from the dead.

Drop the Mic

Let that sink in… rose from the dead.  Yes, now would be where you drop the mic.  This is not blind faith.  This is historical confidence.  Do you believe that Alexander the Great lived the life you learned about in school?  Why?  You have the same reasons to believe that Jesus of Nazareth lived the life you learned about as well.

Christianity is not a set of propositions to believe.  It is not a practical way of living for a better life.  It is not an experience of fullness.  Christianity is God coming to us in the person of Jesus of Nazareth.  He is personal, relational and rescuing.

For the one who is drowning in their own self help exhaustion and moral sickness, Jesus draws near and offers life and forgiveness.  No one else even offers.  Go ahead.  Look.  No one else offers.  Nothing else offers.

Celebrating the Resurrection of Jesus of Nazareth is the cornerstone of our faith.  So celebrate with confidence.  He really did come to life after being dead.  It was a moment in time when all of the laws of nature and physics were upended by the one who created them.

Does your heart leap and stir at this? Is your own life anchored to His?  Do you need to remember you don’t follow an idea, but follow a real person?



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What singleness and miscarriages taught me about God’s love




Something felt familiar.  I was laying in my bed, consumed by sadness, loneliness, pain and grief.  At 17 weeks pregnant we were faced again with a routine appointment that revealed a heartbeat that had stopped.  Again. Twice in one year.  Two babies. Two miscarriages.  My sweet husband, with grief of his own, had no way to take away mine.  It is one of those moments in life when the acute pain of sadness is isolating.  Yet, there was something oddly familiar about this moment that was anchored to experiences from decades ago.

As a young woman in my twenties I had become convinced that marriage would be a gift denied to me.  For years I found myself without pursuers and romantically alone.  So I slowly came to the conclusion that God intended me for singleness.  By my early 30’s I was no longer trying to love life and find contentment until marriage.  I was grieving the total loss of a deep longing.  God, who was all powerful and could give me anything, seemed to be saying, “Never.”

A deep longing never to be fulfilled was familiar.  But somewhere under the layers of tears I had learned long ago where to find hope and companionship.


In singleness I attended the weddings of most of my friends.  I saw their happiness and imagined their full lives of marital enjoyment.   In the loss of my second and third child I celebrated the birth of 6 babies, all born in the same months I would have been due to have my own.

With an undeniable belief that God exists and that He is in control over our world, we can sometimes find ourselves stuck.  If He is there and if He is able to bring good things into the lives of others, why not us?  Sure, I can understand why God would shield us from sinful desires, but is He still good if He withholds good desires?  Has He forgotten us?  Does He not see?  How could this possibly be loving?

Like Mary and Martha at the tomb of Lazarus, the easiest answer is to assume God has failed us.  “Lord, if you had been here, my brother would not have died.”  Two women who both make the same accusation.  (Luke 11: 12 & 32)  Yes, that’s it.  He helps everyone else, but doesn’t love me enough to help me.

I consider it a special grace when Scripture answers my accusing heart.  When Jesus finds out that Lazarus is sick and about to die we are told, “Now Jesus loved Martha and her sister and Lazarus.  So, when he heard that Lazarus was ill he stayed two days longer in the place where he was.” (Luke 11:5-6)  He loved them, so he let Lazarus die.  He is up to something here and he wants us to know that whatever it is, it includes his love.

Although He can love us, be good and deny us what we desire, we should not make the mistake of believing that He does nothing.  Jesus loved Mary and Martha in their grief.  In their grief he offered two things.  First, he offered Himself. “When Jesus saw her weeping, and the Jews who had come with her also weeping, he was deeply moved in his spirit and greatly troubled.  And he said, ‘where have you laid him?’ They said to him, ‘Lord, come and see,’ Jesus wept.  So the Jews said, ‘See how he loved him!’ But some of them said, ‘Could not he who opened the eyes of the blind man also have kept this man from dying?'” (Luke 11:33-35) There it is, the accusation.  Did you catch it?  If he loved Lazarus wouldn’t he have kept him from dying?


Even in the deepest grief, my Spirit rebukes me when I am tempted to charge God with not knowing as much as I do about love.  Love finds it origin and anchoring in the character of God.  We start with Him to get our understanding of love.  And here at the tomb of Lazarus, love responds.  “Jesus wept.”  Let’s be clear.  Jesus is not weeping for Lazarus, as the onlookers suppose.  When Jesus does raise him from the dead, it is only to find one chapter later that the enemies of Jesus are plotting Lazarus’ death. (Luke 12:10)  I suspect that being brought back from the dead did not make Lazarus happier.  Now he gets to be the guy that dies twice in one lifetime.  Lucky him.

No, he is not weeping for Lazarus.  Jesus weeps when he sees his loved ones in grief and pain.

Let’s not underestimate how much we need this.  In pain, we may be tempted to cry out for a why.  I don’t know about you, but why wouldn’t help me.  If God had appeared to me after my second miscarriage and told me that countless lives would be saved as a result, I would at that very moment still feel crushed.  No, why doesn’t stop the tears.  What do I really need?  I need to not grieve alone.  I need God to weep with me.  Watching another friend be chosen by a good man and still feeling alone, I need a God who mourns with me and comforts me.  (2 Corinthians 1:3-5)  The comfort that comes in those private moments with Jesus is not an abstract idea, but a personally intimate time of healing and peace.

Second, Jesus offers to right the wrong.  I need a God who can make all things right again.  “Jesus said to her, I am the resurrection and the life.  Whoever believes in me, though he die, yet shall he live, and everyone who lives and believes in me shall never die.  Do you believe this?”  (Luke 11:25-26)  God, who came in the flesh and bore our sufferings, has promised to make all things new.  This is not the end of our story.  (Isaiah 35; Romans 8: 18-39)   Life is found in Jesus.

Somewhere in the middle of the tears, there is truth more profound and personally experienced than the grief itself.  God is there.  I am comforted.  I am not alone and it will not always be like this.  Although I now live in the aftermath of sins devastating effects,  I have found peace, comfort and joy sitting at his feet.  As much as God has blessed me through the encouragement of family, friends and other Christians, there is no substitute for Him and me when no one else is around.  It is here that I find rest for my soul.  (Matthew 11:29)


Finally, grief can make some question whether God is even there at all.  I find this odd. Grief is the irrepressible cry of the heart that says something has gone wrong.  Things are not supposed to be this way.  In grief we know most keenly that there is a way life is supposed to be and we are made most aware that something is not as it should be.

If God does not exist, there is no other way the world should be.  Grief is an illusion.

Only in the God of Abraham, Isaac, Jacob and Jesus of Nazareth can we find the answers to our deepest longings and know that our cry is an accurate reflection of reality. He validates our grief.  This is not the way life is supposed to be.  He weeps with us in our heartbreak and in the middle of it all there is beauty and rest.

How is there beauty and rest?  After the tears, there is a secret revealed.  Our deepest longing is for God Himself and to the one who seeks, this longing will never be denied. (Matthew 5:4-6)