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Michelle DeRusha

Every Day Faith. Faith Every Day.

Prodigal Magazine

Learning to Pray

September 4, 2013 By Michelle

As a kid and teenager, I relied on two basic prayers: begging prayers largely related to algebra and boys, and the prayers I’d memorized in Saturday morning catechism classes: the Our Father, the Hail Mary and the Act of Contrition. In college I stopped believing in God, so I stopped praying altogether.

When I came back to faith in my late thirties I struggled with prayer. Often I forgot to pray at all, and when I did remember, I worried I wasn’t doing it right.

I didn’t talk to God like he was an intimate friend or a beloved parent. Instead I approached him like I would a CEO – politely and respectfully, but on-guard. I felt like I needed to be on my best behavior with God.

…I’m writing about prayer over at Prodigal Magazine today. Join me there?

Filed Under: Prayer, Prodigal Magazine Tagged With: Imperfect Prose, Jennifer Dukes Lee TellHisStory, learning to pray, Prodigal Magazine

When You Feel Like You’re Singing a Different Song

April 10, 2013 By Michelle

My husband and I shopped for a while before eventually settling on a largish church in town, namely because it was big enough for me to get lost in the crowd. After all, I wasn’t exactly a model church-goer. I wasn’t even sure I believed in God. Stepping across a church threshold after a twenty-year hiatus was a big enough step for me.

I’ll never forget the day we attended the new member orientation. The class went smoothly – in fact, toward the end, I learned over and whispered to Brad, “I can’t believe this is all I have to do!” I’d assumed, as a former Catholic, there’d be more hoops to jump through – papers to sign or creeds to recite. I’d wondered if I would even have to be re-baptized as a Lutheran, but that didn’t seem to be the case.

Just as I was gathering my purse and coat, though, the pastor asked us to join him in song to close out the class. “Let’s sing ‘Jesus Loves Me’,” he suggested. Right on cue, twenty brand-new members joined him, singing lyrics as familiar and comforting to them as their favorite childhood stuffed animal.

… I’m over at Prodigal Magazine with the rest of this story. Join me there to find out what happened the day everyone sang the same song…

Filed Under: belonging, Prodigal Magazine Tagged With: Prodigal Magazine, talking about faith, when you feel like you don't fit in at church

Where to Look When Jesus Goes AWOL

January 15, 2013 By Michelle

“It doesn’t feel like Christmas down here,” says Rowan, my youngest, as we sit on the wicker couch looking out at the bay. I know what he means. The house we’re staying in for the holidays in Florida doesn’t have a Christmas tree, or lights or stockings or even a fireplace for that matter. We didn’t bring the ceramic nativity that sits on our coffee table at home or our stash of Christmas CDs.

Not only is the decorative accoutrement of Christmas lacking, I’m also missing the everyday spiritual scaffolding that props up my faith. Even though I’d packed my Bible with the best intentions, it sits in the bottom of my suitcase, unopened. On vacation I forego my early morning quiet time and sleep in instead. We skip church and get lazy with dinnertime devotions. I forget to pray. There I am, two days before Christmas, and it feels like Jesus has gone AWOL. Without my routines I feel spiritually unmoored. Christmas feels hollow, empty. Suddenly I don’t trust that I can find God without a host of carefully orchestrated rituals.

…I’m over at Prodigal Magazine today, writing about where to look when it seems like God is missing. Will you join me?

 

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Filed Under: doubt, finding God, God talk: talking to kids about God, parenting, Prodigal Magazine Tagged With: Prodigal Magazine, when it feels like God is missing

I am a Prodigal: Hole in My Soul

September 7, 2012 By Michelle


For nearly 20 years I stood in a pew every Sunday morning and coughed at the beginning of the “Nicene Creed” so I didn’t have to declare, “I believe in one God, the Father Almighty.” I couldn’t say the words “I believe” aloud, because I simply did not believe. Yet there I was, Sunday after Sunday, reciting empty prayers to a non-existent God.

I pretended to believe because I was afraid to admit unbelief, even to myself.

My husband and I moved from Massachusetts to Nebraska not long after we got married. While Brad went off to his new job, I stayed home with our colicky infant. I remember standing at the sliding glass door, holding my screaming baby and gazing out at the bleak backyard. All the ways I’d always defined myself had been obliterated. My friends and family lived 1,500 miles away. The Nebraskans I met talked chummily about God like he was the P.T.O. president. My career had been replaced by a Merry Maid to-do list.

I was lost.

…I’m excited to be over at Prodigal Magazine today (Have you visited there yet?)…will you join me there for the rest the story?

{And a quick note: will you come by here tomorrow, if you can? I don’t normally post on Saturdays, but tomorrow I’ll be writing for Compassion Blog Month, and I’d love for you to come by and read…and maybe sponsor?!}

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Filed Under: conversion, doubt, Prodigal Magazine, questions, Richard Rohr, unbelief

Lunch with Lucy: A Story about Listening

July 24, 2012 By Michelle


A few weeks ago I had lunch with Lucy. I don’t know Lucy well – I’d only met her once through a mutual friend at church. When we were first introduced she mentioned she had a great story to tell me, so when she emailed to invite me to lunch, I accepted. I was curious about her story.

As it turned out, Lucy told about 20 stories over lunch, one right after the other in a breathless rush as she leaned over her plate, hands gesticulating wildly. All her stories were about how God has spoken in her life, or moved her in a specific way or performed a particular miracle for her.

I hardly said a word during our hour-long lunch. We didn’t chat about our families or church or our jobs or even the blistering heat wave. We didn’t discuss which might be better, the chop salad or the curry chicken soup. Lucy talked about God. And I ate my sandwich, occasionally interjecting a “Huh,” or “Hmmmm,” or “Really?”

My lunch with Lucy wasn’t as much a conversation as it was a testimony.

I admire Lucy’s passion, her conviction. As I polished off my tuna melt and two glasses of iced tea, nodding my head as Lucy rattled through her stories, barely pausing for a forkful of chop salad, I marveled at her courage and her willingness to speak so freely and boldly about God’s impact on her life. And with me, a near-stranger, someone whom she’d only met once before as we stood with our donut holes and Styrofoam cups of coffee in the hallway at church.

But on the drive home, alone in the quiet of my mini-van, I couldn’t help but wonder: maybe this, maybe Lucy, is exactly where we Christians go wrong? Maybe we’re so busy talking, we don’t stop to listen.

Maybe we’re so busy telling our own stories, so eager to convict and covert, we don’t pause to hear anyone else’s story.

I know Lucy’s intentions were honest and good. She likely takes Jesus’ Great Commission – to “go and make disciples of all nations” (Matthew 28:19) – very seriously. She clearly feels called by God to tell her story in the hope of inspiring and convicting those around her, and she clearly believes this is an effective means to accomplish that.

Honestly, I can relate. I love to tell my stories, too. I write nearly every day about God and faith and how I try to live out that faith in the everyday. My goal is to inspire and convict, too. The thought of even one reader coming closer to God as the result of what they read on my blog is enough to keep my fingers on the keyboard.

But I suspect if Lucy talked to her co-worker or her neighbor or the bank teller in the same way she did to me, most of those people would clap their hands over their ears and sprint screaming for the hills. Or perhaps they’d do what I did at lunch: nod politely and scheme an appropriate time to make a get-away.

Lucy made the mistake a lot of Christians make: she forgot that we’re not all on the exact same spiritual page. She forgot that sometimes people simply want to be heard instead of talked at. Lucy made the same mistake I often do: she assumed that my story was the same as her own. And if it wasn’t the same, she assumed it should be.

I didn’t say much during my lunch with Lucy, but I did learn an important lesson that day over a tuna melt and iced tea. Sometimes the best way to tell a story is to listen to one instead.

{I don’t usually post on Tuesdays…but Prodigal Magazine — a new fav — is hosting The Listen Project link-up today, and this one seemed like a good fit. Head over and check it out…and link up your story about listening, too.}

…And another note…I’ve been thinking a lot about the assumptions we — I — make in our day-to-day living, and how those assumptions can hurt and alienate. Stay tuned over the next week or two for a couple more posts on this topic. I’ve got more to say!


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Filed Under: assumptions, listening, Prodigal Magazine

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