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.
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 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.
My consciousness… that presence behind the eyes that processes my thoughts and experiences--does it drift away and go somewhere else?
In Idabel, I loved walking among the trees near my home. Tall pines felt like older siblings watching over me as I walked on a carpet of needles and cones. At the right time of year, pecan trees left a snack on the ground for me to munch. Others offered full leaves to shade me … Continue reading I Love the Trees