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.
I remember one particular child who was pitching a lulu—screaming, grabbing things off the rack, colliding with other people.
It’s interesting what we will blurt out to strangers.
He often said... that I was much weaker than him. I wasn’t strong enough to work as hard as he did. I couldn’t stand up to pressure like he could. And I believed it.