The women's circle at our church was supposed to be a place for honest sharing about faith and life but it's become performatively perfect and no one talks about real struggles anymore. We're all pretending to have it figured out and the superficiality is making me question whether authentic spiritual community is even possible.
More people experience this than they realize.
A community gathered for truth-telling discovers that the fear of judgment can transform sanctuary into theater.
“Where Are You with Afro-diasporic traditions — Vodou Candomblé Santería?”
If this sounds familiar, the Library can help you find the bigger picture.