Saturday, February 25th. The fourth day of Lent. Rules for Living #29: Never Scoff at a True Believer A true believer is culturally unconscious. They are completely at peace with Mother Culture because they are unaware of her existence. They live in her womb, being nurtured by her, participating fully in her stories, and contributing…
Friday, February 24th. The third day of Lent. I don’t have much to say to God these days. No requests. No praises. No promises that I’ll be a better boy. It’s not that I have anything against talking to God. It’s just that I did so much of that for such a long time. I…
Thursday, February 23rd. The second day of Lent. There is a dog in my neighborhood that watches the world through a gap between two boards in the fence around his yard. When I jog by I can see one of his eyes peering out at me. He seems filled with fear at the tiny slice…
Lenten Blog 2012: Ash Wednesday Ash Wednesday – 10:00 pm Tonight Jeanene and I went to Saint Luke’s Episcopal Church, where we have been attending for about 8 weeks. We’ve been drawn, almost against our will, to this community of faith in San Antonio. Drawn by the undeniable beauty of their worship, which is put together…
A new pilgrim post is online at LaityLodge.org My wife and I were at the Laity Lodge New Year’s retreat at the end of 2011. Jerry Root, a C.S. Lewis scholar from Wheaton College, was the speaker. He did a couple of sessions on the classic problem of evil, using Lewis’ thoughts primarily from his…
Read part one here. In some ways, my journey back to the body began in my early 40s, when doctrinal Christianity started to lose its meaning for me. There’s only so much energy you can put into polishing your theology. While other people still seemed interested in arguing over the finer points of doctrine, I…
Not many people know this about me, but when I was young I was very athletic and active. I was a hyperactive boy; I ran more than I walked, fidgeted more than I sat still, and talked pretty much non-stop. If I had grown up in this generation I probably would have been heavily medicated.…
I will not get to the mountains. I’ve been told as much, but you can’t swallow this kind of knowledge until you have some perspective. I am in the center of a great salt flat. I don’t know how I got here, but I’ve been walking for 50 years. Behind me I see my tracks.…
Amazing grace how sweet the sound That saved a wretch like me. I once was lost but now am found Was blind but now I see. When I was a boy resting in the bosom of my people, we spoke of the lost and of the found. Lost people were those who didn’t have faith…
Her body was ancient when this age began. And before her embodiment she was whispered from one savage ear to the next. She has suckled countless human generations, her stories the first they heard and her words their last benediction. She is older than human memory. No one knows her story.