I Live In Between

I live not quite in the margins but on the outside usually looking in on all the normal people. You know, the people with the neat pinned up lives? With very tidy doctrine, ideology, confessions, cultures, and ethnicities. The zipped up black people (thanks Chimamanda!). If that’s a thing, I assuredly exist outside of it.

My audience is the people who want a peek inside. Inside of what I’m not entirely sure about right now. And not being sure about that or knowing is ok.

I’m writing to the folks who are weary and wary about the manufactured hospital cleanliness of life.

People who like me may be toying with the thought that there is no longer a need to pretend, in order to belong. No amount of pretending will change our alienness.  So why even bother wearing the mask? It’s exhausting.

If conversations where the goal is no confrontation, everyone leaves unchallenged, and the truth is left undisturbed are not for you?

You’ve come to the right blog.

I Am Jamaican American.

Sounds so simple but it is mad complicated. I don’t quite fit in with Black Americans. I don’t quite fit in with Jamaicans.

I date an American, cultural confusion and a lot of explaining. I date a fellow West Indian and much consternation follows because I don’t quite fit that paradigm either.

Always people trying to dictate back to me my culture or heritage.

“You’re not Jamaican, you were born here. You don’t speak “Jamaican” (I need y’all to know once and for all there is no speaking “Jamaican.” There is patois. Google it. Please.)

“You’re not really American. Both of your parents were born and raised in Jamaica. All of your siblings but your twin brother, are Jamaican. That makes you Jamaican.”

I live daily with all the gray areas about my ethnicity and culture. It has always been a burden and a source of deep shame for me.

It took about 7 years of counseling for me to realize that I am Jamaican and American. I don’t have to choose. I don’t have to be ashamed of where I come from, who raised me, or how I was raised.

I Ain’t Strong. I Have Black Woman Problems.

Strong black woman trope be damned.

I am weak. I need Jesus. I need safe spaces to be vulnerable and raw. I need relief from being shamed and from being ashamed.

I enjoy this new place of not having to be strong all the time. Free from the world’s millstone of false presuppositions about who I am, always around my neck. Expectations (my own and others) pulling me down to a very lonely place where I get no assistance, no empathy.

Being a woman of color who is a leader in corporate America takes strength. That strength is a steadfast one that is rooted and grounded in Christ. Not in me not being willing to sell my soul, my integrity, or my dignity to get ahead.

For over 15 years I’ve labored in a sphere where my worldview might as well be an old wives tale. Usually seen as a secret that one doesn’t bring up unless around other proven, unveiled, unapologetic Christians. Us saints willing to stay out of hiding, who will expose ourselves as allies. We share a common strength in weakness, common prayers for grace among much sin and darkness.

And Yes…I Am A Christian.

I am a reformed Christian but not really Reformed. I’m a believer in “reformed-ish” theology, in as much as it is biblical and not simply white washed tradition.

I no longer hold lines simply because that is what a good Christian should do. Ideology based off of politics and revisionist history being the standard and not the Bible.

I do believe the Bible, the one that is totally unAmerican and isn’t based on Western culture.

A leaky cessationist who believes the gifts have ceased. Yet, I also believe God is God and can do whatever in the world He wants to do, however He wants to do it, and choosing to use whomever He wills.

He is God and He can audible whenever He feels the need. (Duet 29:29)

Lastly we may not agree on every secondary or tertiary doctrine. If we agree on the essentials, we are siblings in the faith. Simple as that.

Our Roles Are Not Who We Are

No issues with true biblical roles in marriage/life in general but not for the caricature called “complementarianism.” (I have thoughts, so many thoughts…but they are for another several posts lol)

These days I choose to use the term “Christian womanhood.”

It is a biblical way of being a Christian woman seeking true biblical maturity. It is not assuming I’m a mature Christian because I’ve checked the:

I go to church every Sunday.
I pray.
I read my Bible.
I know big theological words and what they mean.
I know how to regurgitate doctrine by rote.
I married young.
I am a mother.
I’m not a homosexual…
boxes.

As a Christian woman I also believe male headship is a good thing. Only men can be elders in a church.  I believe women can be good leaders too, despite not being called to eldership. (I know…feel the cognitive dissonance burn!) We all can be easily deceived, contrary to false teaching you’ve heard.

However, I am not for women idolizing their husbands and being their indentured servants. (And no, I’m not talking about you or your marriage…FOCUS! Everything isn’t about you.) Women giving up their identity and all their dreams for his dreams, not my jam at all. Nah son.

I have value that is not wrapped up in the wife and mother (translation: stay at home mom. No shade. Just facts) seasons of life.

Again, I’m a black woman. The odds that I’d be at home now (in my father’s home), no career, and waiting for a husband to come choose me are slim to none. In my culture, that is not a thing. (See what I did there?) Anyone who has studied history can tell you that is not normative for the average black woman.

Am I single? Yes.

Being single is not “who I am.” My self worth is not nestled in my potential to be someone’s spouse. I am a whole person made in the image of God without any of that.

Relationship and friendship with a man is possible. It isn’t predicated on me being a potential “Bae,” and/or “Wifey.”

I am good, I am important, I am saved …because Jesus said so.

Are You Down?  Don’t Be Skerred…

I figured while I’m introducing myself, I may as well put these disclaimers out there:

If I offend along the way, know it isn’t personal.

You have questions? Feel free to ask them. Depending on the question you may or may not get an answer.

I bask in my imperfections and the perfect grace of God. My apologies if that makes me appear duplicitous.

Lastly, I am not saved by the works involved with posting on this blog.

I am a Christian, a sinner saved by grace alone, through faith alone, in Jesus Christ alone.

I am going on a journey with this new blog of mine. You’re welcome to come.