I’m horrified that we locked my sweet, loveable, funny aunt into a prison of silence, where she dreaded the day she would die and go to the hell we had created.
Over my time as a minister, people whispered these questions to me, often ashamed to put them into words. I’m articulating them in hopes of engaging their thinking.
I haven't lost myself. I'm growing up.
My consciousness… that presence behind the eyes that processes my thoughts and experiences--does it drift away and go somewhere else?
Parents, your children are more important than your religion.
I finally admitted to myself that while I prayed constantly, God never answered back. No words came to me. The feelings I experienced were my own. And the events that happened after I prayed had only the meaning I attributed to them. It was painful. I had poured out my life in service to someone … Continue reading Silent Reckoning
I finally got to show them the ocean. Photo by David Mercer, 2016 I promised a long time ago I would show it to them. The older one was in first grade. The younger one hadn’t started preschool yet. I had wanted them to stand next to this mysterious organism to feel its rhythms … Continue reading First Look at the Ocean