Even after all this time, I still have to remind myself that I never had mystical powers of healing, although people tried a little harder to pull themselves together and straighten up when they knew I was a minister.
I told the young teens, “Your parents baptized you when you were little and raised you to hear the teachings of the church. But confirmation is your chance to take ownership of your thoughts and beliefs. Nobody can make you. Not your parents. Not me. Even God won’t. "
We’ve made each other pretty mad at times but we remained friends.
I still love the people of the church. I cared for them my entire life.... I didn’t want to leave them behind but I couldn't be like them anymore.
Many Christians accuse atheists of having a hidden agenda, which I think takes a special blend of nerve and insanity, considering that their highest priority is to convert the entire world.
I always wanted more than the genie experience. I preached that praying should be a constant communion of spirits. I tried to practice it, too. I poured my heart out for hours at a time....
I’ve been observing crowds all my life. I’ve seen them get sad, anxious, giddy, angry, reactive, and just plain stupid. People who were generally thoughtful as individuals could lose their ability to think for themselves when influenced by a crowd.
I’ve only just now realized that no one in the UMC is going to change their minds. The only thing I see happening is that the LGBT will be more resented afterwards.
If I was wrong, then God could come down, shut my mouth, and explain how could he be anything but delighted with this woman. But since he remained silent, I went with my own thoughts.
I asked for conversation and they attacked. I say they're chicken... If I were still a minister, I'd be embarrassed at their answers.