"Earlier this week, after a leave of absence, I wrote to the Bishop and my District Superintendent and relinquished my hard won credentials."
"It felt like I was looking in a mirror at an image of me that was five years older than I am now. And I got to wondering if he actually was me, sent from the near future...."
Church can’t be a place for openness and healing when its basic premise is that people are awful sinners who caused the death of God’s child.
When I was a pastor I never practiced that “faith healing” crap. Yet even with my muted style, I could see people looking at me, waiting for a holy message to make them feel less desperate. It disturbed me to be given so much power.
I’m still here and I’m still me. I’m still humorous, musical, creative, passionate, loving, and enormously graceful on the dance floor....
If you follow Jesus you might want to remember that he wasn’t an American citizen, he didn't play football, and he damn sure didn’t own a gun.
A few days ago, many Christians observed Ash Wednesday service. It’s a pivotal day between Christmas and Easter when Christians get serious with their self examination. The clergyperson uses ashes mixed with oil and makes the sign of the cross on the forehead of the participant, accompanied by the words, “From dust you came. To … Continue reading Ash Wednesday, Mass Shooting, and Valentines
The image of God as a baby makes more sense to me than any other form.
It’s a reflex and I’m not the only one that has it. I was sitting in the crowded waiting room at the doctor’s office. I may have been ill but I don’t really remember why I was there. Whether or not I was sick, I was definitely tired. When I heard the thud of someone … Continue reading Helping: It’s a Reflex