I wrote this to describe the first two hours of a weekday back when I was a pastor.
I Only Work On Sundays
Category: church
When No One Remembers
At the end of my life, when I can no longer stand and speak, will anyone remember me?
Remembering the Melodies
The old hymns come back to me in the early hours.
Hair Tells a Story
I remember a woman who suddenly hacked off most of her long hair, leaving it ragged and unattractive. I found out she was dealing with memories of molestation that had been triggered recently, and part of her response was to change her appearance, starting with her hair.
Rudeness Amidst the Holiday Cheer
How appropriate would it be for me to shout in the marketplace that there is no god and Christianity is based on a contrived mythology that continues to evolve into conflicting views? Would that be rude?
Pastor Appreciation is Great, Sort of….
The Pastor stood up and said, “I’m tired of the backbiting, the gossip, and the assassination of character that goes on in this church. I’m tired of being alone, of always watching my back, and of being the target of endless criticism. I’m tired of being hated. Goodbye.” Then he stepped down from the pulpit, … Continue reading Pastor Appreciation is Great, Sort of….
The Bible’s Inclusivity in Creation
When the Bible said God created male and female, he included people of all genders and sexual orientations.
Battle Weary
I'm tired of conflict with people in church, theology, politics, and social justice issues. The battles in these arenas aren't what I want to spend my time on. But I still want to help people.
Bathrooms, Bibles, and Sporting Events
Just admit that transgender people scare you, and you'd rather they went back into hiding or died...
Trigger Point
My WHOLE LIFE, people have criticized me for not doing it well enough, for not saying it perfectly, for not having tried hard enough.
Deep Calls 