I am so incredibly honored and excited to share space here today with Erika Morrison. Erika is one of the most vulnerable writers I know. It is evident that she keeps intimate company with the Holy Spirit and thus I implicitly trust what spills out on the page as a result of her deep and genuine soul searching. Her words have always--always--reached down into my hidden spaces to reveal the scared, yet shimmering truth of who I am.
Today, her book Bandersnatch: An Invitation to Explore Your Unconventional Soul releases. Please hear me when I tell you this: you must read this book.
In Bandersnatch, it feels as if Erika has taken the intimacy of all her previously written whispered truths and plumbed even deeper.
And yet she does it all with a gentle yet persistent voice. She writes just like she talks in real life--drawing you in close, welcoming you in.
Bandersnatch illumines the truth that we are weird and wonderful and beautiful and completely unique artist souls and that our fully living into and out of those creations is the very essence of our life's work here on Earth. The world needs us to be avant-garde, to practice alchemy and to be anthropologists who "gaze at humanity with a love that is an eternity long and wide and high."
Erika declares for us (because most of us don't believe it) that we are artists. We are made to create and the Kingdom of God is depending on our doing just that.
"So take your molecules and your moments and your unprecedented mess and the intoxicated music of your life and make a masterpiece that reflects the truth. Because on the other side of Jesus, art is a revelation of the kingdom, a kingdom revealing God through billions of different kaleidoscopic expressions. Art, your art, is absolutely vital because your art is how Jesus is made known to the world."
Erika and I want to know: Do you believe it?
Please join me in welcoming Erika here today and please get a copy of this book.
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The cardinals make it look
so easy. The honeybees make it look so easy. The catfish and the black crow,
the dairy cow and the cactus plant, all make being created appear effortless.
They arise from the earth, do their beautiful, exclusive thing and die having
fulfilled their fate.
None of nature seems to
struggle to know who they are or what to do with themselves.
But humanity is the
exception to nature’s rule because we’re individualized within our breed. We’re
told by our mamas and mentors that--like snowflakes--no two of us are the same
and that we each have a special purpose and part to play within the great Body
of God.
(If your mama never told
you this, consider yourself informed: YOU--your original cells and skin-print,
guts and ingenuity--will never ever incarnate again. Do you believe it?)
So we struggle and seek and
bald our knees asking variations of discovery-type questions (Who am I? Why am
I here?) and if we’re semi-smart and moderately equipped we pay attention just
enough to wake up piecemeal over years to the knowledge of our vital,
indigenous selves.
And yet . . . even for all
our wrestling and wondering, there are certain, abundant factors stacked
against our waking up. We feel and fight the low ceiling of man made
definitions, systems and institutions; we fight status quo, culture conformity,
herd mentalities and more often than not, “The original shimmering self gets
buried so deep that most of us end up hardly living out of it at all. Instead
we live out of all our other selves, which we are constantly putting on and
taking off like coats and hats against the world’s weather.” ~Frederick
Buechner
So, let me ask you. Do you
know something--anything--of your true, original, shimmering self?
I don’t mean: Coffee
Drinker, Jesus Lover, Crossfitter, Writer, Wife, Mama.
Those are your interests
and investments.
I do mean: Who are you
undressed and naked of the things that tell you who you are?
Who are you before you
became a Jesus lover or mother or husband?
Who are you without your
church, your hobbies, your performances and projects?
I’m not talking about your
confidence in saying, “I am a child of God”, either. What I am asking a
quarter-dozen different ways is this: within the framework of being a child of
God, what part of God do you represent? Do you know where you begin and where
you end? Do you know the here-to-here of your uniqueness? Do you know, as John
Duns Scotus puts it, your unusual, individual “thisness”?
I can’t resolve this
question for you, I can only ask you if you’re interested. (Are you
interested?)
I can only tell you that it
is a good and right investment to spend the energy and time to learn who you
are with nothing barnacled to your body, to learn what it is you bleed. Because
you were enough on the day of your birth when you came to us stripped and
slippery and squeezing absolutely nothing but your God-given glow.
And who you were on that
born-day is also who you are now, but since you’ve been living on this planet
long enough to learn how to read this article, then it follows that you’ve also
lived here long enough to collect a few layers of horsefeathers and hogwash.
So, yet again, I’m
inquiring: What is it that you see before the full-length bathroom mirror after
you’ve divested of clothes and masks and hats and accessories and roles and
beliefs and missions and persuaders and pressures--until you’re down to just
your peeled nature, minus all the addons mixed in with your molecules?
Do you see somebody who was
made with passion, on purpose, in earnest; fearfully and wonderfully, by a
Maker with a brow bent in the center, two careful hands, a stitching kit and
divine kiss?
Can you catch between your
fingers even the tiniest fragment of self-knowledge, roll it around and put a
word to it?
Your identity is a living organism
and literally wishes to unfurl and spread from your center and who will care
and who will lecture if you wander around a little bit every day to look for
the unique shine of your own soul?
One of the central
endeavors of the human experience is to consciously discover the intimacies of
who we already are. As in: life is not about building an alternate name for
ourselves; it’s about discovering the name we already have.
Will you, _______, rise
from your own sacred ash?
Because the rest of us
cannot afford to lose the length of your limbs or the cadence of your light or
the rhythm of your ideas or the harmony of your creative force. The way you
sway and smile, the awkward this and that and the other thing you do.
These are the days for
opening our two clumsy hands before the wideness of life and the allure of a
God who stops and starts our hearts. These are the days for rubbing our two
imperfect sticks together so we can kindle another feeble, holy light from the
deep within--each of us alone and also for each other.
There is no resolution to
this quest; the only destination is the process. But I hope there’s a small
spark here that will leave you wanting, that will leave you with a blue-fire
lined in your spine, that will inspire a cellular, metamorphic process in you;
an odyssey of the soul unique to you and your individual history, organisms,
and experiences.
There is maybe a fine line
between being lethargic about learning ourselves and not being self-obsessive
and with that tension in mind, how do we begin (or continue) the process of
unearthing and remembering the truth of our intrinsic selves?
Bandersnatch: An Invitation to Explore Your Unconventional Soul was written because sometimes we all need a little hand-holding
and butt-nudging in our process; someone or something to come alongside us
while we pick up our threads of soul discovery and travel from one dot and
tittle to the next.
We are the Kingdom people
and learning your own fingerprint is something of what it means for the Kingdom
to come in response to an earth which groans forth it’s rolling desire for the
great interlocking circle of contribution to reveal the luminous and loving
Body of Christ and slowly, seriously--like it’s our destiny--set the world to
rights.
Kingdom come. Which is to
say: YOU, [be]come and carve your glorious, powerful, heaven-appointed
meaning into the sides of rocks and communities and cities and skies.
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Without being formulaic and without offering
one-size-fits-all “how-to” steps, Bandersnatch is support material for your
soul odyssey; a kind of field guide designed to come alongside the moment of
your unfurling.
Come with me? And I will go with you and if you’re
interested, you can order wherever books or ebooks are sold.
Or, if you’d like to read
the first three chapters and just see if Bandersnatch is something for such a
time as the hour you’re in, click HERE.
All my love,
Erika Morrison
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If Erika's words above struck something deep in you and you feel yourself longing for more, you must check out her book trailer,
here.
It is hauntingly beautiful.