We’d need a place for this. Hopefully a place that is beautiful. My old church would be perfect. So would the Quaker meeting house here in town. Some place like those. This place would be open for five hours on Sunday afternoons. A curator or spiritual guide would open and close each week. Come and…
When my faith went it did not go down the way I imagined it. And yes, I used to imagine what losing my faith would look like. Years ago at the church, alone on a Friday, standing before the empty room, working out my sermon and I would wonder just how much of this does…
Where is this Jewish troublemaker, this messiah, or king, or whatever it is he calls himself? He’s in the antechamber your grace. He has been…softened, as it were, in preparation for your interview. Bring him in. Jesus is thrown to the floor. Oh good god, they’ve overdone it. Albus this man is clearly no danger.…
The first one eased out the door after 18 months of using her bedroom as a dorm, having no curfew, coming and going at all hours, driving us crazy with worry, and losing her religion joyously, like a kid throwing confetti into the air and with no apparent shame as she said to us, “Yeah,…
And so it has come to this. I’m going to leave for awhile. For a time. For an unspecified sabbatical. Maybe forever. Who knows? It certainly has a forever feel because I’m going out into the wild woods of the world and I’m not leaving bread crumbs behind me. For now I still count myself among…
I’m only allowed the one draft on this. I can edit here on the back end of WordPress, but that’s it. No printing it out. No going over it 200 times. No red pen. Just the first and only draft. Do you have any idea how vulnerable that makes me? I have an intuitive sense…
Hello dear one. Yes it’s me. It HAS been a long time. Yes. I haven’t been anywhere, really. Just away. I DO love you. I do.
Hi God, It’s Gordon. Again. Um, you know my deal. Of course you do; I’m just saying. Hmm. Okay. I’m the worst. I mean, I know I’m not the worst; I’m exaggerating. But seriously, I am the worst at some stuff. Definitely. All the little details I miss. Definitely not a detail guy. I would…
The prayers of the people Form II in the Book of Common Prayer are beautiful if prayed with the intent to receive from God the energy and desire to make these petitions a reality in the lives of people around us. Without that intent, those same prayers become a shameful abomination, a petty and callous attempt to…
“Hey, we need a new organ.” “We sure do. And you know who has a great organ? First Baptist Church in Johnsonville. I hear their organ sounds great.” “I’ll tell you what. Let’s visit there on Sunday and listen to it. If we like the way it sounds, we’ll go back Monday night, break in,…