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The Episcopalian Who Out‑Christianed the Christians: A Mississippi Testimony

“Real Christianity isn’t loud. It’s loving. And sometimes the holiest thing you can do is tell the powerful to stop hurting people.”

-This Puzzled Life

 Light the charcoal. Let it sizzle like it’s overheard one too many “I’m not racist, but-” conversations at a Mississippi church potluck. Today, we’re talking about a real Christian. Not the “I love Jesus but hate all his friends” variety we keep tripping over like abandoned folding chairs after a revival. We’re talking about Episcopal Bishop Mariann Edgar Budde. A woman who doesn’t just quote Jesus. She actually acts like she’s met Him. And down here in the Deep South where some folks treat cruelty like it’s a spiritual gift and Trump like he’s the fourth member of the Trinity. That alone makes her a miracle.

When this current administration kicked off, conservative Christians across Mississippi were out here praising every act of political meanness like it was a new hymn added to the Baptist hymnal. Meanwhile, Bishop Budde, an Episcopalian with more backbone than a whole deacon board, stepped forward and said, “Sir, this cruelty is not of Christ.”

She didn’t whisper it. She didn’t hint at it. She didn’t hide behind “thoughts and prayers” like some folks do when they’re scared of losing tithe money. She pleaded. She begged. She called for mercy. Not for herself. But for the people who always get hit first and hardest. The black communities, brown communities, LGBTQ+ folks, immigrants, and anyone the powerful find convenient to step on.

While some pastors were busy auditioning to be Trump’s spiritual hype squad. Bishop Budde was out here saying, “Jesus didn’t die for y’all to act like this.” And she said it with the calm, steady authority of a woman who has held too many grieving families to ever confuse political power with moral truth.

Let me tell you something Mississippi already knows but refuses to admit. If Jesus came back tomorrow, half these conservative churches would call the police on Him before they offered Him a casserole. But Bishop Budde? She’d hand Him the pulpit and say, “Tell them what love really looks like.”

She doesn’t preach the Gospel like it’s a weapon. She preaches it like it’s a lifeline. Because it is. She doesn’t cherry‑pick scripture like she’s making a fruit salad. She doesn’t confuse judgment with holiness. She doesn’t treat marginalized people like theological inconveniences. She practices the radical hospitality Jesus modeled. Not the selective hospitality some folks down here prefer.

And that’s why her receiving the Trailblazer Award for Empowerment & Excellence at the 2026 Women of Impact Summit wasn’t just deserved. It was overdue. She didn’t win because she’s loud. She won because she’s consistent. She won because she’s courageous. She won because she’s Christ‑like in a world where that’s become rare enough to be newsworthy.

If conservative Christians in the Deep South ever paused their praise‑break for political cruelty long enough to listen, Bishop Budde could teach them a thing or two. Like Christianity is not a sport where you score points by judging strangers. That mercy is not weakness. That compassion is not political. That loving your neighbor doesn’t come with a footnote. That Jesus didn’t ask for campaign volunteers. He asked for disciples. But learning requires humility. And humility is in shorter supply around here than snow days.

So, here’s to Bishop Mariann Budde. The woman who stood up when others sat down. Who spoke truth when others swallowed it. And who practiced the Gospel while others weaponized it. While some folks were busy turning Christianity into a political fan club. She was out here reminding the world that love is the only theology Jesus ever graded. And if Mississippi ever wants to see what true Christianity looks like, it doesn’t need another rally. Another sermon about “family values,” or another yard sign. It just needs to look at Bishop Budde. A trailblazer. A truth‑teller. And living proof that the Gospel still has a pulse. Amen. Pass the cornbread. And somebody tell the deacons to sit down. The real Christians are speaking. Thanks for reading! What are your thoughts about the Bishop?

Affirmation: I stand firm in my truth. Rooted in compassion. Unbothered by cruelty. And guided by a love that refuses to shrink for anyone.

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darnold1975

The Promise

“Don’t be afraid to celebrate a promise when kept. In doing so, you’re the potential for a better world.”

-Unknown

Light the charcoal. Sprinkle the sage. Negative energy go away. Ok, much better. Today I am going to write about a recent occurrence in therapy. Through some recent events, therapy has led in the direction to tackle my core issues about my adoption. Truly I can say that it’s not a day that I have been looking towards with excitement. It is so necessary, in fact, that I still shiver about how painful it will be. For those that don’t know, it is a topic so strong and powerful that the thought of it makes me want to vomit. However, it’s something that has caused a dark cloud to follow me in every facet of my and for the majority of my life. The very mention of the topic causes a retraction that is so instantaneous and powerful, that I don’t feel that I have a weapon in my arsenal strong enough to stand a chance against its negativity. 

I have trusted my coach on so many occasions for when it would be the appropriate timing to tackle different traumatic events. But the timing of this one, I would soon realize that no matter when she would decide on that “perfecting timing” it would never be convenient. I have written and spoken about it many times. And most of the time, I do so from my brain instead of my heart. I knew instantly that it would require a level of trust that I struggle to accept. After 8 years of doing therapy with her, I should know and feel that it’s been long enough to tackle the “primal wound.”  And I ashamedly still don’t know if I’m ready. I get some specifics about the plan, and I sit with the idea for a few days knowing that coach has never led me astray. And she ALWAYS has my best interest at hand. 

A few days went by, and I decided that no matter how scared, I would at least try. Seeing the strength and compassion in her eyes that I felt when I first met her told me that everything would be “ok” despite the agonizing pain. The biggest protector in my “system” of many distinct parts of myself is held by a 13-year-old that would give anyone a run for their money. She has protected me so many times from total annihilation on so many and very distinct levels. And this time would be no different. Once she realized that I had agreed to do the work, she immediately began throwing up roadblocks. The infant part of me is the most ferociously defended of any type of perceived threat. And I told “coach” what has been occurring. This defender is “top notch” at keeping me safe. But will also sabotage things out of fear. Some of her tactics were immensely helpful during traumatic events. However, she is still reactive during peace time. And this causes therapeutic roadblocks that can throw a “monkey wrench” in about any plan.

Coach and I begin the session with some guided imagery that helps me to prepare for the monumental task before us. What I begin to see is that this “protector” is holding hostage the newborn baby part. And she has always been inconsolable. No matter the situation, this little baby is like a an infant with colic. There is nothing that has helped her agonizing cries EVER! There is no amount of compassion that has been able to comfort her. She is non-verbal but her emotions are so uncategorical that I am not able to capture it with words. I am not able to listen to lullabies or tolerate the sound of a baby crying. When the boys were little their cries flew all over me. But at that time, I didn’t know how to do anything but run from the situation. I thought to myself, “How do people deal with a baby crying both inside their heads and as parents. What I didn’t know, at that time, was that “normal” people don’t hear things like that. I wouldn’t understand my pain until I understood the reason for the crying. And then one day the “A-HA” moment happened. She was retracting from the pain that occurred when me and my “birth mom” separated.

When I met my birth mom many years ago, she said to me what I had always feared, “You were an inconvenient then and you still are!” I can’t tell you how bad that hurt. And I still can’t understand how that must’ve felt like for a newborn baby. I could, however, understand what it was like for a 30-year-old adult. It was absolutely the worst pain imaginable. The rejection was like no other situation that I had experienced. And to put that much fear and pain on a little bitty baby was something that I would have to find healing from at some point. 

I tried everything I could think of to fill that hole to bring me some level of comfort. I have tried drugs, alcohol, self-harm, relationships and nothing was strong enough. Coach would have the answers. But would I have the courage to step out on faith and take her hand as guidance once more? Not long ago I would speak with a resounding, “NO!” What I didn’t know was how very quickly I would change that lifetime of pain with a different answer.

“Faith consists in believing when it is beyond the power of reason to believe.”

-Voltaire

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