I wanted to grab him by the lapels, slam him against a wall and urge him to be nicer.
Believe it or not, this was one of those “feel good” songs, where people stood up, swayed, and clapped their hands, smiling at each other, marveling at how they could worship and have fun at the same time.
I can’t deny that it touched off some old trauma in me, which explains why my heart pounded, my fists clenched, and my eyes welled up every time I thought about it.
Recently, I performed my first Wiccan Wedding ceremony for a lovely young couple and their baby.
I try to hold onto the moment and make it count. But I can't slow it down
In our church, we were suspicious of anything too emotional. We thought it was dangerous to get too caught up in wonder or elation because happiness couldn’t possibly be spiritual.
"I'm ashamed of you," she said. But she didn't mean it. Her religious leaders taught her to say such things and it caused her pain.
They were such a sweet, good looking family. It's too bad their weekend was ruined by their father being mistakenly arrested
I’d forgotten how powerful the vitality of a small child can be.
He eased her to the ground, held her head in his lap, and asked for someone to call an ambulance. Then he spoke quietly to soothe the woman until help arrived.