Funny looking back on the question of “how I got from a place of suffering to here,” it feels like I still oscillate between “there” and “here,” between being “in control” and without it, between feeling shamed and feeling loved, between crying out “Not my will but yours be done God,” and “My GOD My God, why have you forsaken me?!”
Between feeling like Aldonza, and feeling like Dulcinea.
I’m planning on writing a new blog post, but for now, in case you haven’t looked it up from my Facebook Wall, here’s my message/my story at my church this past weekend.
My name is James Christian Kumpost.
I go by my middle name.
I’m a hobo gypsy who happens to be an ordained Reverend, and spend my time teaching and doing other things.
The “other things” is only if you want me to...