Five years ago I was reeling from the sudden death of my father, when I was called into a meeting and told by my pastor that I was being "released" after only 5 months at this new church.
My outspokenness on matters of sexuality and race and nationalism had proven to be a liability. Even though I knew it was coming and knew I was probably speaking and writing myself out of a job, it was still devastating. So much loss in so little time.
I was without my father, without a job, and without any community here in a new city with my wife and two young children—and feeling like calling it a day. I decided rather than move or give up, to just keep doing what I was doing: loving people and speaking honestly.
When I did, I found that I had received a gift: I could now ask anything and say everything.
One morning I wrote a blog post called "If I Have Gay Children." 1100 words from the deepest place in my heart about something that mattered to me.
The piece was an effort to humanize an issue so many Christians seemed unable or unwilling to. I wanted people to understand how damaging their theology was to flesh and blood human beings who were someone's children—maybe their own.
I published the post and within hours it reached millions of people, and several million more the following day. CNN called. The local news called. The Huffington Post called. Publishers called.
I ended up being asked to write a book, which eventually became 'A Bigger Table." Since then I've published three books, written nearly 1,000 blog posts, and traveled to 50 cities around the country.
I've been able to connect with millions of lives all across the world, and found a voice I didn't realize I had, all because I was finally speaking from the most authentic place.
Five short years ago I was in complete free fall—and what transformed everything was me telling my truest truth, even if in the moment it seemed like nothing. Those words did a work nothing else could do.
The day after publishing that post while appearing on CNN, beneath me on the screen it said, "John Pavlovitz, Pastor." I often joke that it could have also said, "Unemployed and currently despondent."
I had no job, no money, no megachurch, no marketing team, no media empires—just 1100 words that I had to get out.
It sounds trite to say "share your story and use your voice," but it's actually that simple. You've lived in your story so long you don't realize how powerful it is. And you've heard your voice so long it sounds like white noise to you—but to others its a song they need to hear.
My life is no more extraordinary than yours, no more worthy of notice, no more filled with possibility. I just said the stuff I felt needed to be said and would die if I didn't say. That's all any of us can do: offer what we have and hope it helps—and it always does.
If you're in the valley of grief or the pain of failure or the devastation of loss right now, realize that even now you are being given gifts you could never get any other way. Just breathe and keep going, and when you're ready to speak and to move—do so.
You have a story and a voice that no one in the history of the planet has had or ever will have. That's more than enough.
Find the thing in you that you need to say and say it—fear, sadness, and job be damned.
Be greatly encouraged, friends.
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Conservatives think I'm a partisan hack.
I've been a registered independent my entire life, and I'd been writing the blog for years and never mentioned a politician or party.
I began speaking explicitly in 2016 because I felt we were at a moment of unprecedented urgency here.
As a longtime pastor, it was particularly alarming seeing Christians embracing the unapologetic hatred, vitriol, and exclusion Trump was peddling, and I felt it was my responsibility to name and condemn it.
Each year since then has made me grieve more deeply the way so many professed people of faith have abandoned Jesus' call to love their neighbors and embraced the very heart sickness he spent his life and ministry warning us against.
7 years ago at this Starbucks table I was fired from a church for my progressive stances on sexuality, race, politics.
Weeks later a blog went viral.
I've since written 6 books and reached tens of millions of people.
Even if I hadn't, it still would have been worth it.
There is power in your story and resonance in your voice. Yours. Speak with clarity about what you have seen and experienced, and trust that will put you where you need to be. This will be especially difficult to remember when you're seated at "the table." Be encouraged.
There is a cost to authenticity but it is priceless. Be willing to lose something to gain the truest version of yourself. If you are, you will always win regardless of the circumstances.
It’s FDA-approved and 750,000 Americans have died. If you could put down your political tribalism and think critically for a second, you might develop some common sense and some empathy. As it is, you’re helping the virus, failing the adult test—and your kids if you have them.
Our kids have to have several vaccines in order to attend school. Your objections to this one are not based in science or data, but the same politically-generated conspiratorial nonsense that is swallowing up the minds of once-rational people. It's a global disaster. Do better.
I was in the ICU four weeks ago. My nurses think you're a stubborn and ignorant person who is making their already difficult job exponentially more difficult, and helping the virus kill people prematurely and painfully. I agree with them.
If you’re a Trump supporter and you think you’re going to challenge me to a “Biblical debate” save it. If you’d truly read the Bible you’d recognize the golden idol you’re bowing down to. And if you really cared about the teachings of Jesus you wouldn’t be a Trump supporter.
Nothing tells me you’ve lost the plot more than being anti-mask, anti-vaxx, anti-immigrant, anti-empathy, and pro-gun—while claiming you follow a Jesus who healed the sick, fed the hungry, welcomed the stranger, and shunned retributive violence. Hit the books again.
I have news for you: Donald Trump is the antithesis of Jesus and MAGA is exactly the kind of hateful, nationalistic, predatory, violent movement Jesus spent his life warning good people to reject. If you have a problem with that, take it up with God.
Last week on the second day home from surgery my blood pressure skyrocketed to dangerous levels. At 3AM a group of first responders were in our living room.
I was grateful they were all masked and told me they were vaccinated.
All frontline healthcare/law enforcement should be.
It's antithetical to the work first responders do, to exacerbate people's fear/worry/trauma by bringing the possibility of a deadly virus into moments when they are at their most vulnerable.
This shouldn't even be a conversation or debate.
EMTs, police, rescue, and healthcare workers of any kind who refuse to be vaccinated or wear a mask in the field should be terminated. If the protection, healing, and safety of the public they serve are not priorities, they don't belong there.
Hello everyone! John here. Most of today's tweets have been prescheduled, as I planned in advance not to be online much while my body begins recovery from brain surgery.
I wanted to check in with a real-time update on my progress:
Follow-up visits today with both neurosurgeon and ENT who performed my procedure to assess my progress.
Hoping to get clarity on the wildly fluctuating hormone and BP levels, and the water/sodium balances which have been the most challenging so far to get a handle on.
Actual surgery site pain-free and invisible from the outside (as they broke through my sinus cavity and removed the tumor in sections through my nasal passages... amazing). No issues aside from steady but manageable sinus pressure, lack of sense of smell, and profound congestion.