About this space
Theology grad student, currently pursuing my Master of Ministry in Theology and Culture at St. Stephen’s University in St. Stephen, New Brunswick.
Consummate nerd, eternal researcher of things. Occasional independent investigative journalist, largely because of my mistrust of the mainstream media. Mostly theological and cultural and opinion writer.
Former nurse, former economic and policy analyst. Crone. Mother, grandmother, sister, wife.
In my writing I blend contemporary culture and politics with theology. I often write about extremes in a world where many struggle to find balance. I think echo chambers diminish our capacity to have uncomfortable conversations in which we debate important matters. We call out when we ought to call in. We cancel when we ought to extend grace. We leave little or no room for redemption. We give no opportunity for repentance.
Humans fascinate me. Je ne sais rien, really. I want to know all the things. I learn in order to perfuse my intellect. Acquiring knowledge to better understand the world feels like breathing for my mind. I love G-d. I love Jesus. I love the Holy Spirit.
I was born and raised in Catholicism. I became disillusioned with Christianity and decided to explore the Muslim world for a few years, despite the draw of Sufism, I found Islam and the Muslim community quite lacking. I cannot abide antisemitism, I cannot take victimhood identity seriously, it’s embarrassingly self indulgent and lacking in grace. Sadly, both present as core features of the Muslim community.
I have spent the past decade or more molting old spiritual skins and giving birth to myself — having experienced the suicide death of ex-husband and father of my sons, and the slow painful death of my parents. Death softens, it humbles and it instills grace and compassion.
I reject tribal signalling masquerading as morality. I love Jewishness. I have grown to love Judaism. Judaism brought me back to G-d. However, I began to I missed Jesus. I felt that I missed the body of Christ. So, I started attending a local Christian church, and it felt like going home after a long and prodigal absence.
I attend a protestant church, though I would not call myself a Protestant. I am not welcome in Catholic congregation circles because I have an interfaith marriage. So, I prefer to remain ecumenical in my faith journey. I recently discovered Brian Zahnd’s preaching and writing, and I’m also an online member of Word of Life Church. At the end of August I was baptised in the Pacific Ocean and I feel quite at peace with myself now in a way I hadn’t felt before.
Religion intrigues and often disappoints me. Religion has betrayed me in the past. But we are here now, and a faith-based life inspired by the Holy Spirit can provide the solution to what ails us. If we let Him. So, I’m gonna let Him. Religion can get us all blown up, or it can help us walk ourselves and each other home. We get to choose that fate. Cross or Sword — pick one. You can’t have both, to carry one means to put down the other.
I wrote an extensive research report called Luprongate on the harms of gender affirming care for children. You can download it for your reading pleasure below.
Why Bad Hijabi?
It's a satirical name, mocking the ridiculous notion of bad hijab, an actual crime in countries ruled by deranged Islamic regimes, such as Iran. Identity politics has devoured and debased hijab the spiritual practise. Identity demands a platform, it says “see me!” Hijab as an identity defies the ethic of modesty practise. Modesty as a spiritual practise and commitment to G-d means we live as pillars, we shun the “see me” attitude—it doesn’t define us, it’s a private thing we do. To practise modesty I think almost requires a woman to adopt a bad hijabi attitude—to break free from the edicts that fundamentalists and fanatics have established, to say no to the definitions sh1tty men impose on women.
In the Islamofascist world, women receive punishment for being bad hijabis. Mahsa Amini was killed for being a bad hijabi. Nothing happens to me if I am a bad hijabi, I can live my life quite unaware of how dangerous my irreverence and disobedience would be in another part of the world. Western hijab wearing women have a duty to their sisters living in Islamic regimes to use their freedom to promote religious tolerance and choice for women—when they insist hijab is fard they legitimise the brutality of the Islamic regime in Iran!
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