My values define me more than my religion.
"I don't want to leave him alone," she said... "He has autism."
I still cry every day.
The pastor prepares himself for the question the widow will ask him once the funeral is over, the relatives go home, and the shock has worn off: “Did my husband go to hell?”
“It’s a dreadful place,” I say to the boy. “An institution trying to maintain itself, toadying to the monied members of a stultifying religion."
I go to him and stand invisible beside him.
Later, a middle-aged, balding man with a goatee came through the self-checkout. He was wearing… and I kid you not… a French maid’s uniform.
All my life, I've trained to be a person who notices and helps when someone is in distress.
I may not have known it, but I have always been free, both when I was a believer and now that I'm not. God never has controlled my thoughts and decisions. The church culture tried to control me, but its only power is what I allowed it to have. I’m free. I own my … Continue reading I Have Always Been Free
If we kneel to honor kings and queens, surely it is also appropriate to kneel before children as we attend to their needs.