Thought I’d lure you in with the title! Who can resist that?
The sheer mention of the Night Ranger classic takes me back to a simpler time…when the biggest dilemma in my life revolved around which acid-wash jeans to wear to school. When my biggest inconvenience was having to fast-forward through the songs I didn’t like on my worn-out Footloose soundtrack cassette. When my hopes and dreams were as big as my hair. It was a time when my burdens were few.
Life was good.
And Sister Christian was the song.
What a venture down memory lane…
If you will recall, I recently wrote about meeting one of my readers in person. That may not seem like a big deal to some of you. For me it was huge. The fact that I write about D/s along with spirituality, attracts a mixed group of followers. This particular reader finds herself on a similar journey within her marriage. So we do have common ground, but within very different contexts. She is married and engages in D/s with her husband. Until recently finding the One, my Maestro, I went through men like I went through those acid-washed jeans in 1983…fast-forwarding to the ones I liked. Thank God, I found Him in the midst of the chaos. And thankfully I am finding what I seek spiritually, reconnecting with God.
I was initially nervous about meeting her in person. Like I mentioned before, there is a safety and comfort of writing behind a computer screen…putting your deepest, in my case-darkest, thoughts out there for the world to see. So the thought of meeting a reader, face-to-face, was a bit unsettling at first…there is nowhere to hide. This is where the shit gets real. And it did.
She was an absolute delight. We met in a nearby restaurant and immediately hugged, like long-lost friends do. The conversation was non-stop from the moment we got together. She is a brilliant woman with several degrees, one of which is a PhD in Theology. How fascinating. We dished on everything from D/s…to kids…to marriage…to all of the different kinks we’ve read about on here….to spirituality….to business ventures….to health and wellness…to the Bible….to discipline…to healing spiritually…and all the way back around to the subject of D/s.
We eventually went to my house where we could have some privacy to talk in more depth. We were standing in my kitchen when she asked about different blog characters. I provided a bit more detail about those she asked about.
She then said, “Tell me where you have found God in all of this.”
Wow…that’s the question, isn’t it? Where did I find God in the midst of my turbulent descent into BDSM?
My answer, “Everywhere.” Which is so true. As I reflected on the question, I realized that He has been everywhere. First and foremost, as my protector…I did some risky things in the beginning, scary things, things I haven’t even written on here, and through His grace, I came out of it safely. And then He has served as my guide…helping me to discern those who were worthy, from those who weren’t. Giving me the insight to know when to let go. And then as a father…forgiving me of my trespasses. loving me unconditionally as I sorted all of this debauchery out. So in a strange sort of way, God has been the prototype, the example of the ultimate Dom. Which is completely her line of thought. She just helped me arrive at the same place by posing the question.
You know, she helped me through a lot things. And I don’t feel this was a coincidental meeting at all. I feel that we were meant to meet….meant to be friends. She is an amazing woman and I have deep respect for her. I admire her commitment to her husband, to her family, to her faith. I know I will learn things from her. I realize that our meeting was yet another one of those God-moments in my life. Despite her background in theology, her knowledge of the Bible, and her deep and unwavering belief, she was not “judgey” at all. Like me, she is who she is and she is a real person. She is a person who understands my journey, without critical judgement. A person convicted in her faith that didn’t try to condemn me for my unorthodox path. And she didn’t try to convince me to drink the Kool-Aid. There was no Kool-Aid. All she was offering was friendship.
And because I felt a sister-like kinship with her immediately, I am sure she understands my choice for the post song.
So my dear friend…my Sister Christian, thank you for the visit.
And many thanks for the gift of your friendship.