I had lunch with a friend who is in seminary. She laughed when she told me that most of the students are middle aged women who wear sensible shoes and wool socks who could probably stand to surf by PeaceBang's site.
I found myself lumping all those women into a category:
Women who reached middle age and realized there was more to life. And unlike men, who get themselves a 20 year old girlfriend and a red convertable, these women began a romance with God.
I have felt lumped, too. I remember talking to the Rector of our local Anglo Catholic parish, at one point, and telling him that I was a Unitarian Universalist, but that I had become a Christian and thank you for letting me come to your church during Holy Week.
"Ah," He chuckled. "One of those high church Unitarians."
I don't think he meant to be disparaging. Or perhaps he did. But in any case, he was wrong. I wasn't just a Unitarian tourist with a flair for the dramatic. I was, in fact, a woman desperately in love with God and not quite sure what to do about it. I was, and am, a woman whose world tilted on it's axis with one dunk in a pond in western Rhode Island.
It is easy to discern 'types', but the truth is, none of us are that. We, each of us, are engaged in our own relationship with God. It might be simple, complex, easy going or intense. Funny or stunning, filled with boredom or Holy Spirit fire. But it is ours. Our very own story. Our story with God. And no matter how much our story might resemble someone else's... it is still a unique dance between us and God.
I feel uncomfortable being lumped.
I ought to know better than to do it to others.