Posted by Tanja Rouintree on 2/6/2017
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Looking back, I realize that I DID die that night. I died to the sin of the adults in my life who had brought me such misery, pain and fear. I died to my own sins, the extent of which I could not even anticipate at that point.
That morning was a resurrection of sorts, as I awoke to a completely new world view, one in which abusive adults did not have the final claim on my life. The God who created the world and sent His Son had the ultimate claim on my life. I understand now that Christ received me that day, and I have been receiving Christ ever since. As on that first day of believing, His mercies are new every morning.
Posted by Tanja on 1/7/2016
The woman who anointed Jesus, the woman caught in adultery, the woman at the well, Mary Magdalene: all of these women are, for me, wrapped up in this image, an imagined moment after a significant encounter with Jesus. It happens to be the woman at Jacob’s well in Samaria, a scene that was easier to capture as an applique design on a stole, but to me it represents a personal identification with all of these women.
Posted by Tanja on 12/10/2015
I don’t really know what happened that day. I think that was in February, and I was baptized in an ice-cold creek in mid-April with my mother and step-father. But at home sin reigned.
Physical, verbal and emotional abuse escalated. I did not know it was abuse then. What I knew was that I was the cause of the unhappiness. By personality I am a problem-solver. I have always taken known problems head-on, found the most obvious solution, and carried it through. I was not always successful; I was just a kid.
Serendipity Clergy Stoles is the feast that is the result of giving God my five loaves and two fish: a life of physical and emotional pain. This is my beauty from ashes story.
Posted by Tanja on 11/13/2015
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