The Whore

Call me Gomer. So often, I just can't figure God out. The books of Job and Hosea make it worse. Oh I get the point of the books, but I have such a problem with the thought that God used real, living breathing humans with feelings and emotions to create examples for posterity. Given the... Continue Reading →

commune, already

The Third Self Righteous Church of Dunkers & Sprinklers shared Holy Communion this lovely morning. It was a most solemn and reverent occasion, moving the parishioners and even the most otherwise lackadaisical or ambivalent attendees to think deep thoughts about themselves. The sacred gilded dishes were taken out of storage, dusted off, and the hardened... Continue Reading →

restore

I am a Christian. But more and more I feel compelled to say "I'm not THAT KIND of Christian." I think I hear someone saying, "Now what could you possibly mean by that?" Well I'm so glad you asked. I simply mean that there are Christians who spend their public time and words and energy... Continue Reading →

He forced Himself . . .

Christ was the master of humility, especially if you believe He was God. I guess, actually, if you don't believe He was God, He wouldn't seem very humble at all, given His claims of being God. But then if you can put aside those claims, He would appear humble either way given His treatment of... Continue Reading →

just quit

Spare me the sermon if sin is all you can see in your  neighbor on the road. Spare me the words of salvation if you're too busy to relieve him of his load. Don't waste your breath speaking of Christ the savior if you think your politics is what will save us. Don't waste my... Continue Reading →

51 – a strong female lead

In January of 2013, I taught a short series of classes on Changing Attitudes. Looking back at my journal, I'm pretty sure I didn't learn the lessons I was trying to teach, considering that judging by some of my recent entries here, I'm still more critical and more of a complainer than I should be.... Continue Reading →

46- static

In Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance, Mr. Pirsig relates a story of some pilgrims climbing a holy mountain. Though I read it years ago, the story struck a chord with me. I paraphrase by memory: One particular climber was trudging up the mountain, his pack seemingly becoming heavier and heavier with each step.... Continue Reading →

45 – sunday morning

Usually, I would be at church right now, teaching a sunday school lesson, and then attending a worship service. But today, I'm not. Simply did not want to deal with the outside world, however kind and loving the people around me would have been. The loud attacks on senses, the conversation to be made with... Continue Reading →

prism

one tear drop of sadness capsule of self pity morsel of despair escapes the corner of her eye to explore her winter reddened cheek but the swollen gravity of her heart pulls it straight down a small convex mirror it rolls down over the cold and closed pores of her cheeks all her cells shutting... Continue Reading →

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