I’m cracking up at the fact that I said I miss brendon urie’s old art...
It’s not that he made good art. It’s that I was 12 and had a lot of feelings.
I don’t know that I even believe there is an “old” and “new” anything, it always just is.
ALL of this to say,
I miss the old Liturgists and I’m just being a lil snarky okay
I must admit, I do miss the ~where it started~ and I know how ridiculous I sound but it’s just how we feel with the media we consume, I suppose? Like how I MISS the “old” Brendon Urie, the art he used to produce.
The Liturgists podcast now weekly, 45 mins, ft. the stories of the hurting.
So, basically has become my new sermon?
(The Liturgists becoming what they never wanted)
I miss the old Liturgists...
(I am largely kidding. I am so happy for Mike for having space for healing, and all of the other team for the ability and need for more boundaries. I appreciate and respect their decision to make it more digestible, with the hope I’m sure of reaching more people. At the same time...
Nothing is sacred 🙄
It’s not the worst because I was thinking of deleting it anyway, but I just know she has probably already screenshotted my tweets and sent in family group messages 😭
This weekend with family who I can find so many faults in, I am trying to stay present and mindful and grateful and loving.
It’s so hard and I’m sending you all who feel the same way so much love.
It’s wild to think about all that I have learned and unlearned, learning and unlearning.
And what my future self will think about what my current self has “all figured out”.
And I’m not even sure that I care much about the literal resurrection of Jesus 🙊
I care much more about his incarnation as a way to illuminate and dismantle the oppressive system of Rome, dying on the cross next to two others (terrorists/freedom fighters) because of the sin of the world.
Instead, I have spent this week contemplating a human Jesus, going to Holy Week Eucharist services alone, & getting my feet washed (literally and figuratively).
The first Easter Sunday, in ten years!, that I am not part of the many month long process, beginning to end, of the much anticipated service.
All of my past Easter Sundays I have been ecstatic about the risen Christ, on my church worship/planning/set up/greeting/tear down team... for probably the past 10 years?
Plant-eating, singing, sensitive 4w5,
with a love of social sciences,
a disdain for lack of empathy.
This is an instance for folks who follow The Liturgists Podcast, The Alien Podcast, and other things The Liturgists create.