Like me he was a high mileage minister....
A Place at the Table
Like me he was a high mileage minister....
Like me he was a high mileage minister....
The first time I met him, he stood before me, trembling. I asked what was wrong and he said, “Well… you see… I just tried to kill myself… but my gun wouldn’t work….”
She acknowledged that her time was short but insisted that she would not be dying on Christmas Day....
No one has challenged me to fisticuffs, pistols, or dueling Bibles. However, they really don’t know what to say when I tell them I'm an atheist.
“David, what happened to you? Did we do something to cause you to fall away?”
I was hoping I could have my own thoughts, express my views, and even debate them strenuously, yet stay friends. Is that possible? I still love these people and would never reject them. In fact, I’m still here for them.
I say that even with the best intentions, there’s a great deal of manipulation happening in church camps. Tell me I'm wrong... that these elements are not in church camps....
I later apologized for my anger but every week when I had to see that guy in church, I had to resist the urge to grab him by the lapels, pin him to the wall, and express my feelings.
I cleaned my office. It took all day. It has always been a challenge to keep a clear desk but this has been different. I never really settled into this room. When I moved in with Sylvia, she gave me the front bedroom, and I just dumped everything into it and worked around the piles … Continue reading Cleaning My Desk, Clearing My Mind