The shout-out is an always appreciated gesture. Among the guests on The Incarcerated Christian podcast, I’m pretty clearly the one with the smallest following. That makes me doubly grateful to Robin and Debra for the work they’re doing. If you want to get a sense of what their initial year involved, please take an unrushed moment or two and listen to their year-end reflection. Better yet, follow them wherever you follow podcasts. I’ve been watching some YouTube lately (I know, I know, the world has gone after TikTok instead) and I’ve come to realize that even those channels with millions of views have to remind people every single episode to click like, share, and/or notification. Nobody knows it’s worth their time if readers/watchers don’t share!
One of the things about writing is that is craves readers. There’s an almost Hebraic sense in which my writing is intended as a statement, whether or not it’s even read. Ideas build up until they must be expressed. You start to get to know other people by their words, written or spoken. I sincerely wish I had more time to listen to podcasts. I’m one of those people who can’t write with music or talking going on. Nor can I work that way. Those two activities make up the majority of my waking hours (perhaps I’m trying too hard, if there is such a thing). Even the smallest Who, however, has his “Yop” to express. In that case, however, he ended up saving the world. I suspect many people have no idea what this blog’s about. If you know, please tell me. (There’s a comment section below. Don’t forget to click like and share when you’re down there!)
The Incarcerated Christian has had everyone from evangelical pastors to obscure religionists such as yours truly on their podcasts. People who aren’t afraid of the dark. There’s an episode about the divine feminine. There’s another by a blogger who used to follow my blog and comment on it in the early days until his own efforts took off. And there are the hosts, Debra and Robin, whose stories are intriguing in their own right. They approached me not knowing my own history with abusive religions—perhaps it comes through in my writing, or at least my choice of subjects? There’s a strange comfort in knowing that others have had similar experiences. Religion can be a monster, devouring people and spitting them out, all in the name of sanctity. Listen to the Incarcerated Christian podcast, and don’t forget to like and share alike.