The Boy Becomes a Preacher

With only a few sermons under his belt, he really didn’t know how to preach. When he stood to speak that morning, pages of notes lay on the podium, along with his red-letter edition Bible. The small church building was still pretty but the long-time members were battered by years thad had made them old … Continue reading The Boy Becomes a Preacher

I No Longer Reach for Heaven

I’m astounded that anyone could be persuaded to accept a way of life that guarantees their condemnation.  But I’m sorry to say we made converts.

A Conspiracy of Silence

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.

Drowning in the Baptismal Waters

It has taken me a long time to see that our religion could be a tool to prey on the vulnerable.  The baptismal waters come closer to drowning them rather than cleansing them.