While the model is for people to learn to be self-disciplined, they often become shaming.
I'm part of a @BAbridgebuilder group in my city, where we talk safely and openly about racism and white supremacy.
Maybe we can hold each other accountable to whether we are practicing #slaveholder religion (@wilsonhartgrove).
Maybe accountability is helping each other set healthy boundaries.
Maybe accountability is actually learning alongside other people that sex is beautiful.
There, the gospel comes to transform our hearts, and breaks down our institutional sins.
The pressure spun through my head on a consistent basis.
What if, instead, we asked, "How do you make this world beautiful for others just because you exist in it today?"
Can the earth hold us accountable?
Absolutely.
Can the plants and trees, flowers and bees, the sky, remind us of our place?
It's that we remember that we are small, that humility is the best kind of posture, that we are forever learners who fail and try again within the wide bounds of grace.
Of listening to voices of color, of listening to the marginalized and oppressed?
Maybe accountability is that constant posture, so that we don't feel the need to defend ourselves, but to sit still?