Well it’s Monday Storied family!
Thank you for being patient with us as we know this issue didn’t come out on Friday as usually scheduled. If you follow Gabby then you might have caught on that this week we celebrated the life of her late grandma and did some traveling to get to the funeral, and it just meant that we couldn’t get this issue out in for you by the weekend.
But we hope that starting your week with a new issue is just as good as ending your week with one.
If you’re new here— WELCOME. After spending the last year processing spiritual deconstruction as a community, we’re now shifting our attention to what it looks like to RECONSTRUCT our faith given all the ways we’ve evolved. Neither of us claim to have the answers, and these essays aren’t supposed to be prescriptive in anyway. All we hope to do in these issues is provide a window into our process and open up a community conversation about what it can look like to love and follow Jesus.
This is our fourth issue exploring the topic of spiritual formation and if you want to read what we’ve discussed thus far, feel free to visit our newsletter archives.
One last fun announcement! We’ve started a podcast version of these issues for our paid subscribers which we hope you’ll check out. One of the biggest pieces of feedback we’ve gotten from folks over the last year is that they just don’t have enough time to read every issue we put out. We hope that by offering an audio version, it’ll provide you all with another way to engage with Storied. Hope you enjoy!
Gabby + Chris
The Spiritual Discipline of Wonder
By Chris Llewellyn
When I first flew into the airspace above Manhattan, I did what any sane and rational person from rural Ireland would do: I crushed my nose against the dirty glass of the little porthole window and emitted a series of high pitched and excitable noises, loosely translated as “That’s the Statue of Liberty!”.
In my Furby-like state of rapture I vividly remember being shocked that other passengers were capable of ignoring this landmark moment in our lives, and simply continued reading their forgettable airport novels, successfully ignoring the overly enthusiastic foreigner in the cabin.