Standing at the Cliff of Deconstruction
Bryce Canyon, Utah Years ago, I was in a very dark place in relation to my faith. The burnout was real, the disrespect I was facing from men in the Church had become truly insurmountable, and I had reached my breaking point at the suffering I was witnessing around me in the people who were leaving and had left. They had good, valid reasons. I was angry. I was tired. I was sick of dealing with all the messiness and just wanted to be done. But it all went too deep for that to be an easy decision for me. I felt myself walking to the edge of a cliff. My journey lay ahead of me somewhere. There were not guide posts, no signs, no markers of which way to go. I was heading into the desert to wander, and I didn't know when or how that journey would end. I wanted to maintain my faith, even if it meant doing to hard work of renegotiating everything I believed in and its relationship to my life. I would do it. The time was going to pass anyway and there was enough of value there to me that t...
