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The Meeting Place

I grew up at the foot of the cross. I did. And I spent the next zillion years memorizing scripture, singing really weird songs and turning the other cheek. I sound resentful about it but I’m actually not, I swear (not on the Bible, don’t worry, and not with the Lord’s name in vain lest I be succumbed to an eternity void of farmer sausage and urns of french vanilla decaf coffee).

I totally just forgot what I was going to write.

Oh yeah.

I’ve had a spiritual experience or two. I remember crying, repenting at Nanoose Bay Bible Camp when I was 13. For what, stealing lipstick? God knows I had a lot more to repent from in the years to come. But I mean, back then, with the preachers, the choirs, the emotions, they’d get to me. They’d really get to me, you know? They’d draw me in, circle my soul with their fingers, press in on the sore spots and before long I’d be on my knees. That draw, that pull, it was everywhere. Boyfriends, employers, random strangers. Fuck. It sucked.

As I near forty (in two months!!!), I’ve come to learn (the hard way) that church happens everywhere and anywhere, without discretion. When I run, especially outside and especially when I’m pushing my physical body to its limits in the same way I do when I give birth, or when I get through emotionally difficult times, the vent between me and Other is wide fucking open. She doesn’t just press in on my sore spots–He picks me up, saturates my being with every single healing potion on tap. I feel it all. Soothed, energized, cradled, elevated. I haul ass along the side of that freeway and I stare straight into the eyes of the Divine. Locked in. We nod. We’ve got this.

It is finished, but it’s not the end.


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  • Wendy@Taking the Long Way Home October 19, 2017, 5:04 am

    I’m not a fan of organized religion, but I am a spiritual person. I always say that running, my time on the road on Sundays, is my church!

    • suzy.suzyheather@gmail.com October 19, 2017, 2:15 pm


  • Amy Lauren October 19, 2017, 6:29 am

    I’m not particularly religious but grew up in a fundamentalist, conservative Christian environment (well, school and church more than household). Today, I shudder to think about some of how I believed in high school, but as a kid that age I was a product of my surroundings and peers, and thankfully came to my sense in college and as I got older.

    One of my favorite country songs is a song called “Saltwater Gospel” where the singer talks about feeling God most at the beach. I agree with that so much, I do believe in God but always feel more spiritual outside of churches. I’ve been burned and hurt by so many churches but not by nature, the beach, etc.

    • suzy.suzyheather@gmail.com October 19, 2017, 2:15 pm

      I NEED TO LISTEN TO THAT SONG! You’ve told me about it so many times! Doing that right now.

  • Allie Capo-Burdick October 20, 2017, 3:04 am

    Couldn’t agree more. I too grew up at the foot of the cross – 12 years of Catholic school and now? I’m spiritual but not religious (of the organized kind) and whenever I run by the local church on a Sunday I think “I’m at church too!”

  • Laura @ This Runner's Recipes October 20, 2017, 2:13 pm

    I’m a spiritual and religious person. I’m a Mass-every-week Catholic (except we go Saturday nights lol) but I believe that God is so present in his creation for us to encounter Him. The trees and mountains are like cathedrals pointing to God’s glory. Also, Saint Sebastian is the patron saint of runners, so there’s definitely a connection there.

  • Meghan@CleanEatsFastFeets October 22, 2017, 5:22 pm

    Welcome Back. It’s good to see you.

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