Sarah Nyhan

Yesterday I went with someone to an Episcopal church. They were so intent on me going with them. I didn’t understand why – until the sermon.

I had never met the man before he gave the sermon. I don’t even think he realized it consciously, but he looked at me, directly at me, over and over as he spoke.

I had been wondering how honest I should be and whether or not I should write about my life. And he kept reiterating how we need to open up and be vulnerable and let people see the parts of us that we are ashamed of. He said doing that creates a space for people to meet Jesus.

He said not to tap out with the excuse that you don’t have enough. I feel like I don’t have enough time to sit down and really focus on writing. But writing is the only thing that keeps coming to mind. Over and over. Maybe not the only thing, but certainly repeatedly.