A young woman's hands knitting with pink wool

ADHD & Practicing Christian Spirituality

Pastor, if you notice someone knitting during your sermon, don’t be offended. It’s not (necessarily) because your sermon is boring, it might be their way of practicing attention to your sermon.

In my recent research, I’ve been listening to people with ADHD talk about their spirituality and spiritual practices. I’ve heard people with ADHD say that they could, in lectures and sermons, spend a lot of their mental energy on ensuring that it looks like they are paying attention. But that leaves them with little mental energy to spend on actually paying attention. Many people with ADHD say that in those kinds of spaces they need to do something else with their mind and body—perhaps something creative with their hands—in order to ground themselves and attend to what we are saying: knitting, colouring, painting, fidgeting, even playing a mindless game on their phone. But the narratives of shame are so strong, both internally and enacted by us in community. The disapproving glance, the snide comment, and the direct rebuke all make church spaces exclusionary. They communicate directly and indirectly to people of all kinds of diversity that you don’t really belong here as you are.

I started down this research track because of an uncomfortable gift of critical feedback: I had been teaching some content in a spiritual formation class in an overly neurotypical way. Once my eyes were opened to that, I went looking for resources, and found almost nothing to help me help my neurodivergent students.

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A photo of a kitchen sink at the author's family bach. The dishes have been abandoned.

Give it to your sister

I can feel my hackles rise any time someone invites us to turn to Luke 10, the story of Mary and Martha. The narrative in my head goes something like, “Here we go again, let’s take a closer look at how I’m not being enough by doing too much,” accompanied by an eye-roll that I may or may not be able to internalise.

Now I’m clearly projecting a whole lot on to the Scripture here, and on to the people who teach from it. But I’ve wrestled with this portion often enough to come away jaded almost every time it’s opened. Not because of the story or the message, but because of the naivety with which it is often applied.

What I would really like is for someone to talk about how pissed everyone would have been if Martha had taken a seat with Mary at Jesus’ feet.

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Painting, Path Leading through Tall Grass by Renoir 1877

Well-worn paths

Every preacher has a favourite verse or theme that they slip into every message. Mine is probably Romans 12:2, “Don’t copy the behaviour and customs of this world, but let God transform you into a new person by changing the way you think. Then you will learn to know God’s will for you, which is good and pleasing and perfect” (NLT).

Time and time again, I come back to the idea that a large part of the process of transformation of discipleship lies in changing the way we think. We need to move away from broken systems of thinking and behaving and allow the Spirit to transform us inwardly by a total reformation of how we think. The NIV calls these broken systems “the pattern of this world”, and I think that captures something of the neurobiological reality of who we are as persons: a lot of our being in the world is shaped by patterns of thinking. These are habitual thought processes, ingrained stories that we tell ourselves, ones we picked up from our family of origin, formed as a result of experience, and repeated again, and again, and again.

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Do the things you know you need to do

I don’t know about you, but I have something of a stubborn streak… I can just hear my parents and my husband scoffing: “something?!”. OK, OK, a significant stubborn streak.

It’s not all bad; that stubbornness has enabled me to stay the course in some tough times, I’ve persisted when I might have given up. But sometimes that stubbornness sees me sabotaging myself. I don’t like to be told what to do.

So in recent weeks when my husband has been persistently nudging me to go down to the pond for a moment’s peace, I’ve come up with all the usual “I’m too busy, blah blah blah” excuses. Even when I started thinking that actually it would be quite nice, I resisted solely because he was nudging me. Stubborn. Stupid.

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