So I was notified this morning that Slice of Laodicea
is no more. As Heather from Deconstructed Christian
wrote to me (and you can read the full comment HERE
And now it's gone.... Slice has passed from the internet world and exists only within the worrying mind of Ingrid herself and the nightmares of those who have scarred their retinas by accidentally clicking on a link somewhere. A silly mistake by a webmaster, a clever hacker, the work of the devil, or the hand of God? You decide.
Good comment Heather. You can read Ingrid's farewell letter HERE
. I must say, after having read her letter, that I wasn't sure how I felt. I just want to make a few points:
- Why didn't she back up her files? This is an easy function for Wordpress users. This would have prevented such a crisis. This is what backups are for!
- The server people sound kind of sketchy to me, if Ingrid's account is accurate. Someone should be held accountable somewhere. Ingrid's site was well-read and therefore had tons of traffic. For the servers to just say, "Oops!" just doesn't cut it.
- I was a little amused by the fact that she felt victimized by personal insults from people, mostly men, who didn't agree with her. I received some pretty harsh treatment from her critique of me and nakedpastor. I thought that if you can't take it, don't give it.
- But having said that, I think Ingrid was sincere in her motivation and efforts to reform the church that she believed had "gone off the rails". I don't believe she was trying to be mean-spirited. She herself was alarmed and hurt by the "cheap shots... it can be devastating". And these cheap shots, she contemplates, was on a personal level from men who "claim to love Jesus". She's right there. When you get down to it, we are all the same on both sides. We are both sides of the same coin. There is no difference.
I'm sorry Slice is gone. We live in countries that allow free speech and freedom of expression. Even though I feel Slice had the slight aroma of a violent, irrational fundamentalism, I think it did serve a purpose. It certainly made me examine myself to see if I was indeed all those things I was accused of. Everything serves a purpose. For some reason, I feel like a formidable foe has fallen. And I'm sad about it.
The fine art photograph is the creation of my friend Mark Hemmings
, and is from his Mannequin series.