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Two years to the day since my last post. Here’s what’s new

I no longer work for the Uniting Church

Journey covers April - September 2015

Journey covers April – September 2015

In March this year, I handed in my notice, used up the remainder of my annual leave and walked out of the office for the last time. Logically, this means I’m no longer editor of Journeywhich is sad because now nobody cares what I think about em dashes.

I loved working for Journey and I’m so, so proud of the work the team and I produced. In 2015 in particular we explored a lot of exciting topics: pacifism, postmodern theology, same-sex marriage, domestic violence, the drought in western Queensland, the effects of porn, women in ministry, cafe churches and church planting. I’m so pleased! It felt good to end on a strong note.

I can’t even begin to explain how much I learned while I was there. Comparing my 2013 editions to the work I did in 2015 shows a world of difference—as you’d hope. But after three years I started to feel like there was no room left to grow at a print publication with an audience reluctant to adopt digital content.

Still, working on Journey has given me the bug. I’m curious and want to report stories. I want to try my hand at a few new projects—whether that’s with a new employer or on my own in my spare time. Perhaps a podcast? A new YouTube series? I have some ideas buzzing around.

So why haven’t I started on any of them?

London, Amsterdam, Paris, Barcelona, Sitges, Madrid, Lisbon, Basel, Rome, Naples, Florence, Budapest, Prague, Krakow, Vienna, Friedrichshafen and Lindau, Munich, Darmstadt and Frankfurt, Berlin, Copenhagen and then to the United States.Well, because I’ve been out fulfilling a few dreams of mine first. Not long after I finished up at the Uniting Church I packed up all my stuff, put a few things in a backpack and jumped on a plane bound for London. I’ve been travelling ever since. My destinations, in order:

In the US I’ve been to Placerville and Sacramento, Los Angeles, Phoenix, Austin, Chicago and Washington DC, where I’m typing this now. Tomorrow I leave for Atlanta. A week later I’m going to Orlando and New Orleans after that. I still have a week or two spare before I fly back to Brisbane on 23 August, so maybe I’ll go to San Francisco or Denver on my way. I don’t know. Who knows. Who knows anything, really.

It feels so good to go on this trip. Partly for the trip itself, but also because this multi–month long journey has been years in the making and it just feels good to see things come to fruition. In the words of the queen, “I dream it, I work hard, I grind ’til I own it.” Three years isn’t that long to stay in a place, but I worked really hard and I’ve earned this.

But now, as July is drawing to a close, I am beginning to sniff around for jobs

I can’t be a travelling vagabond forever just causing mischief on Twitter for a living. A boy’s gotta eat. I’ve got my ~freshly updated~ resume to send, so please send any freelance opportunities and job openings across my desk. Employers that pay for content about religion, politics, queer stuff and general internet bants preferred.

Choosing What’s Important

For many people, family are the ones they grew up with: their brothers and sisters, parents and extended family. I grew up with both my parents, but I am nine years younger than my next closest sibling. They were all moved out by the time I was 10, so for most of my childhood I grew up separately to the rest of my family.

Getting to know my brother and my sisters now as an adult has been truly wonderful.

I visit my sister Ceara and her family about once a year. Ceara is the oldest out of us and looked after me pretty often when I was younger. She’s married and has four kids of her own now. I never do much during my visits, just hang out with her, my brother-in-law and the kids. They live up in the north of California, near Sacramento.

It would be pretty easy to lose touch with them, staying friendly but never really seeing them. But now that I’m an adult I’ve learned you get to choose what’s important to you. My sister and her family live a long way away from me, but I choose to make them important.

I’m staying with them now. Today we went shopping and I bought some new clothes for my new job in Brisbane. This evening we ate soft tacos, chatted (“Is there a boyfriend on the scene or..?” “Nah.”) and after putting the kids to bed we sat and watched The Voice.

It’s not something you’d take photos of and brag about on Twitter, but in many ways this is still the most important part of my trip. Because they are important, because I love them.

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An Embracing Community

Metropolitan Community Church

Metropolitan Community Church

Just a quick post to say that today my friend Becki and I decided to go to the 7:00pm service at the MCC in the Castro. Neither of us knew exactly what to expect, but both of us were really glad we went.

I’m not into ‘church reviews’ because critiquing someone else’s community feels wrong to me, but in light of yesterday’s post about safe places I can definitely say: I found one. This little church in the heart of San Francisco’s gay village is an oasis for many people who wouldn’t be embraced by mainstream churches.

Before the service started I wondered what the service would be like, and in many ways this service reminded me of the church I grew up in. People clapped, some danced a little, some stayed still with their hands by their sides. There were guitars, a piano and there was the most amazing choir. I was intrigued (or, perplexed?) by the way they ended prayers with “in your many names”, but almost moved to tears as we sang together, “From where does my help come? It comes from God.

I wasn’t able to stick around very long after the service which was such a shame because I really wanted to chat with everyone. If you ever get a chance to experience a service at MCC San Francisco I encourage you to do it; they would love to see you there and share their community with you.

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